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NEW   COLLECTION   OF   HYMNS 


SOCIAL  RELIGIOUS  WORSHIP. 


By  JOSEPH  BANVARD, 

PASTOR    OF   THE   HARVARD    STREET   BAPTIST  CHURCH,    BOSTON. 


BOSTON: 
JOHN    PUTNAM,    81    CORNHILL, 

NEW  YORK: 

L.   COLBY.    122   NASSAU   STREET. 

1849 


TESTIMONIALS. 

The  publisher  has  received  from  clergymen  and  others  in  every 
direction,  the  most  gratifying  testimonials  to  the  merits  of  the  Chris- 
tian Melodist.    He  has  room  only  for  the  following. 

Boston,  Dec.  15,  1848. 

Dear  Sir, — After  examining  its  pages,  I  take  pleasure  in  saying, 
that  I  consider  the  "  Christian  Melodist "  a  valuable  work.  It  con- 
tains original  hymns  which  are  beautiful,  and  well  known  hymns 
that  to  Christians  will  never  be  uninteresting.  The  collection  is  a 
very  great  improvement  on  hymn  books  of  the  class  to  which  it  be- 
longs. I  consider  the  tunes  which  are  added,  as  highly  increasing 
the  excellence  of  the  publication.  DANIEL   SHARP, 

Pastor  of  Charles  St.  Bap.Ch. 

Similar  testimonials  have  also  been  received  from  other  Pastors 
in  Boston,  viz  : — Rev.  Messrs.  R.  H.  Neale,  P.  Church,  N.  Col- 
ter, Geo.  W.  Bosworth,  Wm.  Howe,  P.  Stow,  M.  Sasfokd,  and 
L.  A.  Grimes. 

[From  Rev.  R.  Turnbull,  Pastor  of  1st  Bap.  Ch.,  Hartford,  Ct.] 
"Generally  the  hymns  are  at  once  poetical  and  devout,  and  well 
fitted  to  express  the  emotions  of  a  Christian  heart.  The  addition 
of  tunes  at  the  end  of  the  volume  is  a  great  improvement.  Indeed 
it  is  the  best  hymn  book  for  the  vestry  which  1  have  ever  seen." 

[From  Rev.  S.  H.  Cone,  D.  D.,  Pastor  of  1st  Bap.  Ch.,  New  York.] 
"  It  affords  me  pleasure  to  commend  it  as  one  of  the  most  copious 
and  judiciously  arranged  hymn  books  I  have  met  with.  The  intro- 
duction of  appropriate  tunes  is  a  valuable  addition,  and  will  have 
a  tendency,  I  trust,  to  restore  to  our  churches  the  primitive  practice 
of  •  speaking  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs,'  in  which 
the  whole  congregation  may  make  melody  to  the  Lord." 

Like  recommendations  have  also  been  received  from  the  follow- 
ing clergymen  in  New  York  city,  viz  : — Rev.  Messrs.  C.  G.  Somers, 
E.  Lathrop,  W.  H.  VYyckoff,  W.  W.  Everts,  S.  Remington, 
Henry  Davis,  J.  T.  Seely,  D.  Dunbar,  J.  L.  Hodge  and  C.  Mor- 
ton. — 

[From  Rev.  Geo.  B.  Ide,  D.  D.,  Pastor  of  1st  Bap.  Ch.,  Philadelphia.] 
"  An  excellent  collection  of  hymns.  It  has  the  advantage  of  be- 
ing adapted  to  the  sanctuary,  and  to  the  wants  of  social  worship. 
While  all  will  find  it  a  profitable  help  in  the  prayer  meeting  and  in 
seasons  of  revivals,  it  will  be  particularly  desirable  to  those  church- 
es who  do  not  wish  a  more  expensive  book  for  the  Lord's  day,  or 
prefer  one  suited  to  both  public  and  social  worship." 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1848, 

BY  JOHN   PUTNAM, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the   District  Court  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 


The  want  of  a  hymn  book  adapted  to  all  the  purposes 
of  social  religious  meetings,  has  for  a  long  time  been  felt. 
Many  of  the  books  in  use  are  so  limited  in  their  contents 
as  to  furnish  but  few  appropriate  hymns  for  the  various 
purposes  of  these  social  gatherings ;  while  others,  which 
contain  a  greater  variety,  are  printed  in  such  small  type 
as  to  render  their  use  quite  inconvenient,  especially,  as  is 
too  often  the  case,  when  the  place  of  meeting  is  dimly 
lighted. 

The  present  volume  avoids  both  of  these  objections.  It 
contains  a  copious  variety  of  hymns,  adapted  to  all  the 
regular  and  the  occasional  meetings  which  are  held,  and 
is  printed  in  large,  open  type,  so  as  to  be  easily  read. 

Brevity,  spirituality  and  earnestness  are  the  general 
characteristics  of  the  hymns.  It  has  been  a  prominent 
object  of  the  editor  to  prepare  a  book,  which,  besides 
being  appropriate  to  the  ordinary  state  of  the  church, 
should  also  be  adapted  to  seasons  of  refreshing  from  the 
presence  of  the  Lord  ;  he  has,  therefore,  introduced  a  con- 
siderable number  of  hymns  through  which  the  returning 
backslider,  the  weeping  penitent,  the  trembling  believer, 


IV  PREFACE. 

the  rejoicing-  convert,  and  the  zealous,  praying  Christian 
may  give  solemn  and  earnest  expression  to  their  various 
religious  emotions. 

Special  attention  has  been  given  to  the  cause  of  "  Mis- 
sions," and  of  "  Sabbath  Schools,"  by  the  insertion  of  a 
large  number  of  hymns,  suitable  for  use  upon  these  occa- 
sions. 

Each  hymn  has  the  name  of  an  appropriate  tune  pre- 
fixed. The  notes  of  these  tunes  are  inserted  at  the  end 
of  the  volume.  This  addition,  it  is  presumed,  will  be 
highly  acceptable  to  those  who  lead,  and  to  those  who 
unite  in  singing. 

This  work,  though  specially  adapted  to  the  use  of  social 
conference  meetings,  is,  from  the  number  and  variety  of 
its  hymns,  equally  appropriate  for  public  worship.  It 
is  believed,  therefore,  that  it  will  meet  the  wants  of  all 
such  churches  as  may  not  prefer  a  more  expensive  book 
for  the  Sabbath. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King Ill 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 290 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  O  sinner,  with  God 86 

Again,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose 61 

A  guilty,  helpless  sinner,  Lord      39 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 108 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 220 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus' name •    .    .   .367 

All  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin 148 

Almighty  God,  thy  constant  care 560 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 214 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 274 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 91 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 153 

And  can  mine  eyes  without  a  tear 346 

And  must  this  body  die 519 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 216 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought 523 

Another  day  has  fled 58 

\rise  in  all  thy  splendor,  Lord 420 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake  !  awake 421 

Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King 436 

As  flies  the  shuttle  o'er  the  loom 497 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 10 

Assembled  round  thine  altar,  Lord 27 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep 516 

Assist  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross 377 

As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect 313 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 43 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 63 

Awake,  my  drowsy  soul,  awake 277 

Awake,  awake,  each  drowsy  soul 97 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 183 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 287 

Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears 286 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes 499 

A  wail  cbmes  o'er  the  wave 579 

Be  firm  and  be  faithful 294 

Behold,  a  stranger  at  the  door 145 

Behold  the  ark  of  God 159 

Behold  the  amazing  sight 351 

Behold  the  expected  time  draw  near 428 

Behold  the  gilt  of  God 140 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Behold,  the  grace  appears 344 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  who  bore 352 

Behold,  the  light  is  gleaming 431 

Behold,  the  morning  sun 62 

Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 562 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 212 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head 512 

Believing  souls,  of  Christ  beloved 319 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 576 

Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin 120 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace 44 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 326 

Blest  Comforter  divine 405 

Blest  Jesus,  while  in  mortal  flesh 378 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 366 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed 592 

Break  every  yoke,  the  gospel  cries 570 

Brethren,  while  again  we  venture 3? 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 80 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 2411 

Children  our  kind  protection  claim 456 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme 387 

Christ  had  his  sorrows,  so  must  thou 382 

Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part 25 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day 73 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 23 

Come,  divine  and  peaceful  guest 407 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 355 

Come,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb 583 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 132 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 404 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind 396 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 399 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 393 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 392 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  guest 398 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 316 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 18 

Come,  let  us  join  to  praise  the  Lord 334 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 364 

Come,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth 457 

Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again 198 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 52 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace 242 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 17 

Come, 't  is  Jesus' invitation 135 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 211 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King 413 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 154 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 248 

Come,  weary  sinner,  in  whose  breast 150 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched 156 


INDEX  OF   FIRST   LINKS. 

Come,  ye  weary  souls  oppressed 158 

Creator  God,  iny  glories  blaze 552 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 265 

Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer 482 

Dear  Saviour,  prostrate  at  thy  feet 114 

Dear  Saviour,  win  a  mv  thoughts  recall 126 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  tiiine 272 

Dear  Saviour,  we  rejoice  to  hear 317 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near 36 

Deatli  cannot  mala-  our  souls  afraid 514 

Death  floats  on  every  passing  breeze 5is 

Death  has  been  here  and  borne  away 479 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made 360 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 380 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word 582 

Dread  Jehovah !  God  of  nations 548 

Earth's  stormy  night  \\rill  soon  be  o'er 492 

Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us 292 

Encompassed  by  ten  thousand  ills 275 

Escape  for  thy  life,  O  look  not  behind 34 

Eternal  Father,  God  of  love 266 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand,      493 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth 395 

Every  sheaf  of  golden  grain 555 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 218 

Faith  I  need,  O  Lord,  bestow  it 222 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 223 

Faith,  't  is  a  precious  grace 224 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop 228 

Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are 330 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  may  not  stay 191 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone 55 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 226 

Father,  whate'er  of'earthly  bliss 262 

Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  "hand 303 

Father,  I  know  thy  ways  are  just 315 

Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound 412 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 416 

Father,  we  come  with  filial  fear 466 

For  a  season  called  to  part 30 

Fount  of  everlasting  love 202 

Friends  of  freedom,  swell  the  song 565 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 593 

From  earliest  dawn  of  life 463 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 259 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 422 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 246 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise 321 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 300 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 535 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 557 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name 29 

God  is  love,  his  mercy  brightens 337 

God  is  my  strong  salvation 281 

God  of  my  life,  thy  constant  care 498 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 394 

Grace, 't  is  a  charming  sound 213 

Grant  the  abundance  of  the  sea 574 

Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 469 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 434 

Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 340 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 69 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  joy 448 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 504 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 429 

Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear 14 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 268 

Hail!  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 197 

Hail,  thou  long  expected  Jesus 343 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning 433 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed 569 

Hallowed  cross,  my  God  revealing 373 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 231 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace 165 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 166 

Hark  !  a  distant  voice  is  calling 447 

Hark!  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the  strain 444 

Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 54 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing 345 

Hark !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 348 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  say 3S8 

Hark!  the  gospel  trumpet 's  sounding 160 

Hark !  the  Sabbath  bells  are  ringing 485 

Hark!  the  Saviour  now  is  pleading 40 

Hark  !  't  is  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice 280 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 354 

Hark!  the  wail,  the  voice  of  anguish 568 

Hark !  what  mean  those  lamentations 443 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 450 

Haste,  O  sinner,  now  be  wise 89 

Hear,  gracious  Sovereign,  from  thy  throne 195 

Hear,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you 152 

Hear  us,  Father,  while  we  cry 566 

Here,  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God 371 

Here,  in  thy  presence,  gracious  God 20 

Here,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God 559 

Here  we  meet  with  joy  together 477 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 291 

Hither  we  come,  our  dearest  Lord 586 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirsteth 131 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 196 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 406 

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l\Hi:\   OF   FIKST   LINES 

Holy  Jesus,  lovely  Lamb 2G4 

Holy  Lord,  lend  now  thine  ear 459 

Holy  Saviour,  thou  hast  told  ns 473 

How  blest  the  sacked  tie  that  binds 327 

How  bleat  the  righteous  when  they  die 510 

How  beautiful  the  sight 322 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 299 

How  can  we  see  the  children.  Lord 489 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 172 

How  happy  is  the  Christian's  state 171 

How  happy  is  the  child  who  hears 470 

How  holples>  guilty  nature  lies 401 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 110 

How  peaceful  is  the  Christian's  breast 239 

How  shall  the  young-  secure  their  hearts 431 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 141 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 21 

How  sweet  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve 76 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 6 

How  sweet,  when  worn  with  cares  of  life 254 

How  swe»>t,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 324 

How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear 365 

How  long  shall  virtue  languish 563 

How  will  my  heart  endure 520 

How  vain  a  "thought  is  bliss  below 536 

If  I  perish  I  will  go 124 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 363 

I  love  the  closet's  calm  retreat 59 

I  love  to  have  the  Sabbath  come 4S6 

I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God 418 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 323 

I  love  to  think  of  that  blest  hour 181 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 289 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 178 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 339 

In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice 313 

In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love 328 

Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see 386 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 379 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 1 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way  .  .       12 

Inquiring  souls,  who  long  to  find 155 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 517 

In  vain  we  wait  his  presence  now 478 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 177 

Is  there  no  hope?  O  sinner, "pause 138 

Is  this  the  kind  return 81 

It  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light 302 

Jerusalem  !  my  glorious  home 544 

Jesus,  at  thy  command 577 

Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be 580 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound 37 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion •    .112 

Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory 390 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 236 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 376 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 590 

Jesus,  let  not  thy  grace  delay 19 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 270 

Jesus,  mighty  king  in  Zion 585 

Jesus,  my  King,  proclaims  the  war 276 

Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way 282 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 122 

Jesus,  to  thee,  to  thee  alone 361 

Jesus,  to  thy  celestial  light 176 

Jesus  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun 425 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 308 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 263 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 245 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 347 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 109 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 320 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 417 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 472 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 415 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky 403 

Let  those  who  love  the  Lord  rejoice 13 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue 189 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 596 

Life  but  a  fleeting  vapor  is 494 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 508 

Lo  !  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  in  mercy  draws  near 99 

Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold 589 

Lord,  hear  a  burdened  sinner  mourn 118 

Lord,  help  me  to  repent 119 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 179 

Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  come .    .  464 

Lord,  let  thy  Spirit  deign  to  stay • 15 

Lord,  look  on  all  assembled  here 547 

Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean 554 

Lord,  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly 561 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray 475 

Lord,  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 28 

Lord,  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away 305 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through 341 

Lord,  thou  hast  won  —  at  length  I  yield 190 

Lord,  we  address  thy  heavenly  throne 467 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 3 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 495 

Lord,  when  thine  ancient  people  cried 567 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne 257 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  day  is  breaking 419 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Love  is  the  strongest  tie 232 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 325 

Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free 106 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomh 389 

Mourning  sinner,  come  to  Jesus 146 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 349 

My  Father's  house,  my  Father's  house 541 

My  God,  how  endless  "is  thy  love 57 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  . 237 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 251 

My  God,  thy  boundless  love 'I  praise 329 

My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name 307 

Mv  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 267 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 227 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 271 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 331 

My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 229 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy 301 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 370 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 384 

Nor  eve  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 529 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 221 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 397 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 250 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner 441 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 505 

Now  is  done  the  time  of  teaching 484 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 104 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace 142 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive 513 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime 240 

Now  let  our  voices  join 252 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 56 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 391 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 358 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 356 

O,  blessed  souls  are  they 147 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 553 

O  come,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord 16 

O  come,  in  life's  gay  morning 471 

O,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day 258 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 424 

O  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love 573 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 235 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 255 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 225 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  mv  God 269 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith 515 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 116 

Oft  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught 550 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert 522 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 113 

O  God  of  sovereign  grace 430 

O  happy  Christian,  who  can  boast       173 

O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 174 

O  happy  souls  that  pray 24 

O  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high 244 

O  holy  Father,  'mid  the  calm 2 

O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 187 

O  how  happy  are  they 185 

O  how  shall  I  repay 65 

O  Jesus,  full  of  grace 296 

O  Keeper  of  thine  Israel 33 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet 488 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 247 

O  Lord,  our  God,  arise 437 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire 42 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive 194 

O  may  I  never  turn  aside 41 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 60 

Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children 487 

One  more  petition,  O  our  God ^    31 

One  prayer  I  have  —  all  prayers  in  one 314 

One  there  is  above  all  others 357 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 530 

On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God 66 

O  Saviour,  welcome  to  my  heart 1S2 

O  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 564 

O  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone 546 

O  sinner,  hear  the  heavenly  voice 88 

O  sinners,  now  to  Christ  draw  near 45 

O  speak  that  gracious  word  again 297 

O  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way 2S4 

O  Spirit  of  the  Lord 9 

O  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise 206 

O,  that  I  could,  like  Mary,  dwell 233 

O,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 121 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 309 

O  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 591 

O,  thou  Sun  of  glorious  splendor 451 

O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer 402 

O  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 107 

O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die 85 

Our  Captain  leads  us  on 273 

Our  helper,  God,  we  bless  thy  name 502 

Our  little  bark,  on  boisterous  seas 572 

Our  Saviour  bowed  heneath  the  wave 588 

Our  sins,  alas  !  how  strong  they  be 531 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit 11 

O,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 136 

O !  what  am  I  ?    My  soul,  "awake 261 

O,  where  shall  rest  be  found 542 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

O,  why  should  sinful  men  below 186 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice 438 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 368 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 595 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  in  heaven 556 

Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator 558 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high      205 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 253 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 260 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 256 

Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 78 

Reioice,  for  Christ  the  Saviour  reigns 199 

Religion  bids  all  sin  depart 161 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 168 

Religion's  dictates  can  assuage 167 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 500 

Remember  thy  Creator 455 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 100 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return 51 

Return,  O  wandering  soul,  return 295 

Revive  thy  churches,  Lord,  with  grace 208 

Rise,  glorious  Sun,  supremely  bright 249 

Rise,  gracious  God,  and  shine 439 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 288 

Roll  on, "thou  joyful  day 571 

Holl  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 432 

Rouse  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call 93 

Salvation  is  forever  nigh 362 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound 359 

Saviour,  hear  us,  through  thy  merit 127 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 192 

Saw  ye  hot  the  cloud  arise 201 

Say.  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 83 

See,  another  year  is  gone 506 

See  how  the  fruitless  fig-tree  stands 503 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 480 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine 426 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 115 

Since  we,  and  all  our  treasures  too 243 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 600 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure 102 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown 84 

Sinner,  rouse  "thee  from  thy  sleep 87 

Sinners  are  bending      193 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 144 

Sinners,  exposed  to  dreadful  woe      50 

Sinners,  hear  the  mighty  Saviour 137 

Sinners,  hear  the  melting  story 462 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 95 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard 35 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word 130 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 139 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 151 

Sinner,  what  hast  thou  to  show 103 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise  . 283 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  lay  hold 279 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 278 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 164 

Soon  will  set  the  Sabbath  sun 461 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad 452 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high     215 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power 440 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 128 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 293 

Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayer 411 

Spirit  of  holiness,  descend 408 

Spirit  of  holiness,  look  down 207 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 235 

Strait  is  the  way  —  the  door  is  strait 217 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 551 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 72 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 71 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 381 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet 22 

Teach  us,  O  Lord,  the  great  concern 163 

Teach  us,  O  Lord,  we  earnest  pray 458 

Tell  me,  wanderer,  wildly  roving 101 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 521 

The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind 409 

The  day  is  drawing  nigh 210 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 64 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 525 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name 501 

The  eye  of  God  is  everywhere 342 

The  great  Redeemer  we  adore 581 

The  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  come 8 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all 338 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 68 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 446 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 335 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 143 

There  is  a  hope,  a  precious  hope 230 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands 511 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 545 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 527 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 537 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 526 

There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God 170 

There  is  a  place  of  sacred  rest 540 

There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 543 

There  is  a  sin,  a  fearful  sin 94 

There  is  a  world  of  perfect  bliss 533 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

There  's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 333 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 149 

The  Saviour !  O  what  endless  charms 353 

The  seraphs  bright  are  hovering 483 

The  time  is  short,  the  season  near       491 

The  voice  of  Wisdom  cries 169 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 74 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show 538 

This  world  's  not  all  a  fleeting  show 539 

Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing 578 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 67 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plunged 584 

Thy  healing  Spirit,  Lord,  impart  .  ' 410 

Thy  kingdom,  Lord,  I  seek 117 

'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 219 

'T  is  finished!  so  the  Saviour  cried      350 

'T  is  God,  the  Spirit,  leads 400 

'T  is  my  happiness  below 298 

'T  is  religion  that  can  give 162 

'T  is  the  blest,  the  favored  hour 203 

'T  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord 26 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 597 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son 594 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 599 

To  him  who  loved  the  souls  of  men 385 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine 496 

To  thy  temple  I  repair 468 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 233 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 311 

We  are  but  young,  yet  we  may  sing 474 

We  come,  O  God,  with  gladness 476 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 575 

Weep  for  the  lost !  thy  Saviour  wept 105 

Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 445 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 70 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 77 

Welcome,  welcome,  quiet  morning 465 

We  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God 332 

We  've  no  abiding  city  here 523 

We  would  see  Jesus  —  does  not  he 123 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 414 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear 134 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price 98 

What  raptures  fill  the  mind 374 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 534 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 509 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 184 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 532 

When  I  survev  the  wond'rous  cross 383 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 175 

When,  O  my  Saviour,  shall  this  heart 369 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief 306 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 423 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 75 

When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 524 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 92 

Where  are  the  dead  ?  in  heaven  or  hell 90 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord 7 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light .    .    .    .   f 79 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 4 

While  the  heralds  of  salvation 427 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 507 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 188 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing      200 

Why  should  the  cross  of  Christ  offend 375 

Why  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell 549 

Why  should  we  spend  our  youthful  days     . 460 

Why  sleep  ye,  my  brethren  ?  come,  let  us  arise 209 

Why  will  ye  waste,  on  trifling  cares 96 

Within  these  doors  assembled  now 5 

Within  these  quiet  walls,  O  Lord 490 

With  willing  hearts  we  tread 587 

Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God 157 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne 598 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go,  proclaim 442 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 129 

Ye  earthly  vanities,  depart 234. 

Ye  hearts"  with  youthful  vigor  warm 454 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 449 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 336 

Ye  saints,  your  music  bring 372 

Yes,  I  have  found  't  is  good  for  me     304 

Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord 82 

Yes,  I  will  be  forever  thine 180 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 453 

Ye  trembling  souls,  confession  make 125 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears 312 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 133 

Zion's  King  shall  reign  victorious 435 

Zion  stands,  with  hills  surrounded 310 

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ORDER  OF   SUBJECTS. 


PACK 

Worship 19 

Social  Worship 19 

Family  Worship 40 

Public  Worship 49 

Awakening 53 

Penitential 69 

Inviting 82 

Religion 101 

Convert 108 

Revival 119 

Christian  Experience  and  Practice 129 

Grace 129 

Self-Denial 132 

Faith 133 

Hope 140 

Love 141 

Joy 145 

Prayer      153 

Christian  Warfare 163 

Christian  Race 171 

Watchfulness  and  Zeal 174 

Backsliding 177 

Affliction 179 

The  Church 189 

Christian  Union 192 

Divine  Attributes 196 

The  Saviour 204 

The  Cross 218 

Holy  Spirit 231 

The  Trinity 242 

The  Scriptures 244 

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ORDER  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Missions 247 

Sunday  Schools 267 

Occasional 287 

Maternal  Meetings 287 

Shortness  of  Time 289 

Close  of  the  Year 293 

The  New  Year     296 

Death 299 

Judgment 306 

Heaven 310 

Fast  Days 323 

Thanksgiving  Days 326 

Dedication 33u 

Peace 332 

Temperance 333 

Freedom 335 

Seamen 339 

Baptism 344 

Lord's  Supper 349 

Doxologies 351 

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THE 


CHRISTIAN    MELODIST 


WORSHIP. 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

C.  M.  Dundee. 

Prayer  Meeting.  —  Hoskins. 

1  In  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come 

To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
0,  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet ! 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek  — 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray  and  praise,  to  hear 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners  now  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

3.  L.  M.  Ware. 

Evening  Praise  for  Divine  Goodness.  — Anon. 

1  O,  Holy  Father  !  'mid  the  calm 

And  stillness  of  this  evening  hour, 
We  how  would  lift  our  solemn  psalm 
To  praise  thy  goodness  and  thy  power.  ! 

2  For  over  us,  as  over  all, 

Thy  tender  mercies  still  extend; 
Nor  vainly  shall  the  contrite  call 

On  thee,  our  Father,  and  our  Friend ! 

3  Kept  by  thy  goodness  through  the  day, 

Thanksgivings  to  thy  name  we  pour; 
Night  o'er  us,  with  its  stars — we  pray 
Thy  love  to  guard  us  evermore  ! 

4  In  grief,  console  —  in  gladness,  bless  — 

In  darkness,  guide  —  in  sickness,  cheer; 
Till,  in  the  Saviour's  righteousness, 
Before  thy  throne  our  souls  appear. 

3.  7s.  M.  Wilinot. 

Seeking  the  Lord.  —  Hammond. 

1  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  — 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

O  do  not  our  suit  disdain ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee  yet  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  — 
In  compassion  now  descend ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 


4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  peace  and  joy  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 


4.  C.  M.  AVcIford. 

Habitual  Devotion.  — Mrs.  H.  M.  Williams. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

5.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Opening  of  a  Conference  Meeting.  —  Selbct  Hymns. 

1  Within  these  doors  assembled  now, 

We  wait  thy  blessing,  Lord ! 
Appear  within  the  midst,  we  pray, 
According  to  thy  word. 

2  May  some  sweet  promise  be  applied, 

When  we  attempt  to  read : 
For  this  alone  can  give  support 
In  every  time  of  need. 

3  0  breathe  upon  our  lifeless  souls, 

And  raise  our  drooping  hearts ! 
That  we  may  see  thy  smiling  face 
Before  we  hence  depart. 

4  And  now,  0  blessed  Spirit,  come ! 

We  long  to  see  thee  move ; 
Strengthen  our  faith,  revive  our  zeal, 
And  fill  us  all  with  love. 

6.  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

Converse  with  Christ.  —  Kelly. 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee : 
Ah,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ! 
Let  this  the  "  gate  of  heaven  "  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousand,"  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face ' 
O  speak !  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 


7.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Presence,  of  Christ  desired.  —  Stennett. 

1  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 

And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  — 

2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company ; 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 

3  "We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word ; 

Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

8.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

The  Hour  of  Prayer.  —  Howe's  Coll. 

1  The  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  come, 

And  here  again  we  meet ; 
Thanks  to  the  Lord,  there  yet  is  room 
To  bow  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  By  faith  in  prayer  before  thee,  Lord, 

Help  us  to  spread  our  case ; 

And  to  our  waiting  souls  afford 

Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  The  helpless,  poor,  and  needy  soul, 

The  tempted  and  distressed, 
Dear  Lord,  relieve  !  O  Lord,  make  whole, 
And  calm  each  troubled  breast. 

4  The  faith  and  hope,  the  joy  and  love, 

Of  all  thy  saints  increase  ; 
Hardness  and  blindness,  Lord,  remove, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

9.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

Spirit  of  the  Lord,  descend.  —J.  B.  Hague. 

1  0  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

Descend  in  might  and  power, 
And  thine  Almighty  aid  afford — 
Let  this  be  mercy's  hour ! 

2  0  give  us  hearts  to  pray, 

And  give  us  power  in  prayer! 
Low  in  the  dust  help  us  to  lay, 
And  keep  our  spirits  there. 

3  Breathe  on  the  dead  in  sin, 

The  wounded  heart  make  whole ; 
And  let  thy  power  be  felt  within 
The  depths  of  every  soul. 

4  Now  let  the  heavens  be  rent, 

Thou  God  of  love  and  power ! 
Let  quick'ning  grace  to  all  be  sent ; 
Let  this  be  mercy's  hour. 

10.  CM.  Welford. 

Panting  after  God. 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God  — 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
O,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine ! 

3  Why  restless — why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Trust  God — and  he  '11  employ 
His  aid  for  thee — and  change  these  sighs 
To  hymns  of  grateful  joy. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

11.  CM.  Arlington. 

For  the  spread  of  the  Gospel.  —  Nbwton. 

1  Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one,  — 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice  — 
'T  is  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  burned  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire ; 
He  stopped,  and  talked,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

3  A  rill,  a  stream-,  a  torrent  flows,  — 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
0  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God  ! 

4  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own  — 

5  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee,  face  to  face. 

12.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

Inquiring  the  Way.  — Anon. 

1  Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 

That  leads  to  Sion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face 
With  a  determined  will. 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around 

Your  pious  march  to  join  ; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel, 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

13.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Encouragement  to  Speak.  —  Colver. 

1  Let  those  who  love  the  Lord  rejoice, 

And  let  them  speak  their  joys  abroad ; 
In  Jesus'  name  lift  up  the  voice ; 
Proclaim  the  honors  of  your  God. 

2  He  bore  the  cross,  that  he  might  bless, 

And  put  on  us  a  starry  crown ; 
Let  every  tongue  his  name  confess, 
And  make  his  grace  and  glory  known. 

14.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

A  Blessing  sought. 

1  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear ; 

Thy  presence  now  display ; 
We  kneel  within  thy  house  of  prayer ; 
0,  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Help  us,  with  holy  fear  and  joy, 

To  kneel  before  thy  face ; 
O,  make  us,  creatures  of  thy  power, 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

15.  L.  M.  Wells. 

Let  thi/  Spirit  stay.  —  Colver. 

1  Lord,  let  thy  Spirit  deign  to  stay, 
And  aid  us  while  we  praise  and  pray ; 
May  we  that  sacred  union  know 
Which  gives  a  taste  of  heaven  below. 

2  0 !  touch  our  lips  with  holy  fire  ; 
Our  passions  raise,  our  love  inspire  ; 
Our  every  thought  on  Jesus  turn ; 
Make  every  heart  with  incense  burn. 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

16.  8s.  M. 

0  come,  let  us  sing.  —  Montgomery. 

1  O  come,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  our  salvation  rejoice ; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  with  one  spirit  and  voice ! 
Jehovah  is  God,  and  he  reigns, 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne ; 
The  strength  of  the  hill  he  maintains ; 

The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  0  come,  let  us  worship  and  kneel 

Before  our  Creator,  our  God  — 
The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, 

The  sheep  who  his  pastures  have  trod ! 
To  him,  let  us  hearken  to-day, — 

The  voice  that  yet  speaks  from  above, — 
And  all  his  commandments  obey, 

For  he  that  ordained  them  is  love. 

17.  S.  M.  SilTer  Street. 

Praise  to  Jehovah.  —  Watts. 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  Come,  worship  at  his  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God ! 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

18.  C.  M.  xichois. 

♦  Access  to  God  by  a  Mediator.  — Watts. 

1  Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Come,  let  us  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 
No  tier}7  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  Almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 

And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 

Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

19*  C.  M.  Arlington. 

Wlien  met  for  Worship.  —General  Coll. 

1  Jesus,  let  not  thy  grace  delay 

To  meet  us  with  thy  love ; 
Drive  interposing  clouds  away, 
And  make  our  guilt  remove. 

2  Come  in  with  power  to  every  soul, 

0  thou  immortal  Dove  ! 
Make  every  wounded  spirit  whole, 
With  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  We  long  to  meet  our  God  to-day, 

And  taste  thy  grace  divine, 
That  every  soul  with  joy  may  say, 
My  Lord,  my  God  is  mine. 

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WORSHIP. 


C.  M.  Mear.  Marlow. 

Social  Worship. 

1  Here,  in  thy  presence,  gracious  God, 

We  've  met  to  seek  thy  face  : 
0  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  word, 
And  feast  upon  thy  grace  ! 

2  0  may  this  be  a  happy  hour 

To  every  mourning  soul ! 
Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  power, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

3  0  may  a  spark  of  heavenly  fire 

Each  stupid  soul  inflame ; 
And  sacred  love  our  tongues  inspire 
To  praise  thy  worthy  name  ! 

4  Let  every  soul  the  Saviour  see, 

And  taste  his  love  divine ; 
And  every  heart  forever  be 
United,  Lord,  with  thine. 

S.  M.  Dorer. 

Morning  Prayer  Meeting.  —  S.  Lyrics. 

1  How  sweet  the  melting  lay 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 

When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 

Christians  unite  in  prayer  ! 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  heaving  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light ; 
Or  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

22.  7s.  M.  Nuremburg. 

Enjoyment  of  Worship.  —  Hymns  of  Zion. 

1  Sweet  the  time  —  exceeding  sweet  — 
When  the  saints  together  meet ; 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme ; 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  him ! 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world — and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love ; 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature,  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love  ; 
With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove, 
Filled  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear, 
Brought  the  precious  Saviour  near. 

23.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Prayer  for  Christ's  Presence.  —  Watts. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 

By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church  through  Christ  his  Son. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

24.  H.  M.  Lenox. 

Happiness  in  Prayer.  —  Watts. 

1  0  happy  souls,  that  pray- 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
0  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 


They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they 


That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill ! 


2  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears 


O  glorious  seat, 
When  God  our  King 


Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing-  feet ! 


To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 

Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside  : 


Where  God  resorts, 
I  love  it  more 


To  keep  the  door, 
Than  shine  in  courts. 


25.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

Parting.  —  H.  K.  White. 

1  Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart ; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more ; 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 

And  there,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

26.  S.  M.  Shirlaud. 

It  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord.  —  Colver. 

1  'T  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord, 

Whene'er  he  hides  his  face, 
And  drooping  plants  and  parched  fields 
Cry  out  for  showers  of  grace. 

2  'T  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord, 

With  brokenness  of  heart, 
When  Zion's  base,  ungrateful  sins 
Have  bid  the  Lord  depart. 

3  'T  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord, 

And  sow  in  righteousness, 
Till  God  once  more  shall  own  his  cause, 
And  crown  it  with  success. 

4  'T  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord, 

Till  he  shall  send  the  rain 
On  drooping  plants  and  parching  fields, 
And  they  revive  again. 

27.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit's  Presence.  —  Brown. 

1  Assembled  round  thine  altar,  Lord, 

To  lift  our  hearts  in  prayer, 

To  read  the  pages  of  thy  word, 

And  learn  our  duty  there  : 

2  We  ask  thy  Spirit's  guiding  ray ; 

Thy  presence  we  implore  ; 
Dear  Saviour,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
And  how  to  love  thee  more. 

3  So  shall  our  worship  here  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  saints  thy  endless  glory  view, 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

28.  7s.  M.  Confidence. 

The  Close  of  a  Prayer  Meeting.  —  Winchell's  Sup. 

1  Lord,  't  is  sweet  to  mingle  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  prayer; 
0,  't  is  sweet  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise ; 
Sweeter  far  that  state  must  be, 
Where  they  meet  eternally. 

2  Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Preparations  from  above : 

While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace ; 
Till  we,  each  in  his  degree, 
Ripe  for  endless  glory  be. 

29.  C.  M.  Marlon. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. — Watts. 

1  Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name, 

Who,  from  our  sinful  race, 
Hath  chosen  myriads  to  proclaim 
The  honors  of  his  grace. 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whose  almighty  power 
Our  souls  their  heavenly  birth  derive, 
And  bless  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

The  holy  Three  in  One, 
Who,  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

30.  7s.  M.  Ede* 

Parting  of  Christians. 

1  For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus !  hear  our  humble  prayer ; 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep ! 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
Grant,  that,  if  we  live,  ere  long 
We  may  meet  in  peace  again. 

4  Then,  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 

Joyful  songs  to  thee  shall  rise, 

And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 

Who  regards  our  humble  cries. 

31.  CM.  Welford. 

Closing  Hymn.  —  E.  Bradford. 

1  One  more  petition,  0  our  God, 

We  lay  before  thy  throne ; 
That  thou  wouldst  bless  us  as  we  part, 
And  our  weak  efforts  own. 

2  0  ever  may  the  love  of  God 

Within  our  bosoms  glow ! 
And  love  to  man,  in  all  our  acts, 
The  humble  Christian  show. 

3  That  when  thou  makest  up  thy  gems 

In  yonder  world  of  bliss, 
It  may  be  known  that  not  in  vain 
Our  mission  was  in  this. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

Ss.  &  7s.  Mount  Vernon. 

Closing  Hymn.  —  H.  S.  Washbutw. 

1  Brethren,  while  again  we  venture 

Out  on  life's  conflicting  sea, 
Following  in  his  path  who  leads  us, 
We  shall  more  than  conquerors  he. 

2  Pilgrims  yet,  our  way  lies  onward, 

Through  a  world  of  death  and  sin ; 
Only  they  who  wrestle  ever, 
Shall  the  crown  of  glory  win. 

3  Strengthened  by  this  blest  communion, 

Heart  with  heart  in  union  blends ; 
O,  how  dear  will  be  that  meeting, 
Where  the  worship  never  ends  ! 

C.  M.  Downs. 

Closing  Hymn.  —  E.  Bradford. 

1  0,  Keefer  of  thine  Israel ! 

Our  eyes  are  turned  to  thee  ; 
Go  with  us  as  we  hence  depart, 
And  thou  our  Guardian  be. 

2  0  may  thy  precepts  guide  our  feet 

Along  the  world's  rough  way; 
That  we  go  not  in  paths  of  sin, 
And  from  the  Shepherd  stray. 

3  In  all  life's  duties  may  we  heed 

The  monitor  within ; 
And  may  thy  mild,  but  searching  glance 
Reprove  us  when  we  sin. 

4  Thus  shall  we  honor  thee,  our  God, 

Where'er  we  rest  or  roam, 
And  do  on  earth  thy  holy  will 
Till  thou  shalt  call  us  home. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

As  the  use  of  single  verses  in  social  meetings  is  of  frequent  occurrence, 
and  is  deemed  a  pleasant  exercise,  the  following  have  been  introduced  for 
that  purpose. 

34.  10s.  &  12s. 

Escape  for  thy  life  !  O,  look  not  behind ! 

In  Jesus  alone  a  refuge  thou  'It  find ; 

Let  thy  footsteps  not  linger  till  Christ  thou  shalt 

gain; 
Escape  to  the  mountain,  stay  not  on  the  plain ! 

35.  C.  M. 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard ; 

Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men ; 
For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declared, 

"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

36.  lis. 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  0  sinner,  draw  near; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 

Salvation  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free ! 

37.  8s.  &  Gs. 

1  Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound, 
Eeplete  with  balm  for  every  wound ; 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free, — 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see;  — 

Will  you  come  ?     Will  you  come  ? 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die  ; 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  hung  on  the  tree, — 
Come,  helpless  sinner,  come  and  see ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see;  — 

Will  vou  come  ?     Will  you  come  ? 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

38.  L.  M. 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  would  I  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

39.  C.  M. 

A  guilty,  helpless  sinner,  Lord, 

Into  thine  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Saviour  and  my  all. 

40.  8s.  &  7s. 

Hark  !  the  Saviour  now  is  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart, 

NowT  in  heaven  he  's  interceding, 
Kindly  taking  sinners'  part. 

Sinner,  can  you  slight  the  Saviour  ? 

Can  your  heart  resist  his  charms  ? 
Once  he  died,  from  sin  to  save  you, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  arms. 

41.  CM. 

O  may  I  never  turn  aside, 
Nor  from  the  Saviour  flee  ! 

Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide ; 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 

42.  C  M. 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire  ! 

For  here  we  trust  thou  art ; 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heavenly  fire 

To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

43.  L.  M. 

1  At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry,  "  Sweet  spirit,  come ! 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sail,  and  speed  my  way. 

2  "  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below ; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ; 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious  gale  ! " 

44.  L.  M. 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed, 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

45.  C.  M. 

O  sinners,  now  to  Christ  draw  near, 

Invited  by  his  word ! 
The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear ; 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

46.  L.  M. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

47.  C.  M. 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

A  purer  light  to  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 


CM. 


Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
To  heavenly  courts  above, 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

49.  L.  M. 

We  've  no  abiding-  city  here  ; 

We  seek  a  land  beyond  our  sight ; 
Zion  its  name  —  the  Lord  is  there  ; 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

50.  L.  M. 

1  Sinners,  exposed  to  dreadful  woe, 
Arise,  and  to  the  Saviour  go ; 
Your  guilt  confess,  his  favor  seek, 
And  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  speak. 

2  To  him  approach  with  fervent  prayer, 
And  if  you  perish,  perish  there; 
Resolved  at  Jesus'  feet  to  lie, 

Suing  for  mercy  till  you  die. 

51.  C.  M. 

.Return,  0  wanderer!  —  now  return; 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live ; 
Go  to  his  feet,  and  grateful  learn 

How  freely  he  '11  forgive. 

52.  7s. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray ; 
Kise  and  ask  without  delay. 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

53.  C.  M. 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt ! 

Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
Which  he  for  us  hath  spilt ! 

54.  7s. 

Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour ;  hear  his  word ! 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

55.  L.  M. 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone  ! 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
f  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee ! 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

56.  7s.  E«les. 

A  Morning  Prayer.  — Epis.  Coll. 

1  Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 
Now  is  passed  the  early  dawn : 
Lord,  we  would  be  thine  to-day : 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Make  our  souls  as  noonday  clear; 
Banish  every  doubt  and  fear  : 

In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day, 
We  would  labor,  we  would  pray. 

3  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O,  receive  us  all  at  last ! 
Labor  then  will  all  be  o'er ; 
Sin's  dark  night  will  be  no  more. 

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57.  L.  M.  Ward. 

A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 

1  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

58.  S.  M.  Boy  1, ton. 

Evening  Song.  —  Colver. 

1  Another  day  has  fled, 

Its  record  is  on  high ; 
When  God  shall  raise  the  slumbering  dead, 
That  page  shall  meet  our  eye. 

2  The  curtains  of  the  night, 

With  starry  folds  outspread, 
Our  evening  sacrifice  invite, 
To  him  who  guards  our  bed. 

3  Accept  our  humble  prayer, 

Our  songs  of  praise  indite, 
And  grant  us  now  thy  guardian  care, 
Till  morning  brings  the  light. 

4  And  thus,  through  all  our  days, 

Let  needful  grace  be  given, 
And  fit  us  for  thy  better  praise, 
When  we  shall  rest  in  heaven. 
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59.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

The  Place  of  Prayer.  —  Colver. 

1  I  love  the  closet's  calm  retreat, — 

The  hallowed  place  of  secret  prayer, 
O'ershadowed  by  the  mercy  seat, — 
I  love  the  place,  for  God  is  there. 

2  Nor  less,  when  families  surround 

The  altar  of  domestic  prayer, 
Where  piety  and  love  abound, — 
I  love  the  place,  for  God  is  there. 

3  I  love  the  place  where  Christians  meet, 

To  worship  God,  and  offer  prayer ; 
Where  heart  meets  heart  in  union  sweet, — 
I  love  the  place,  for  God  is  there. 

4  I  love,  and  long,  in  heaven  to  dwell, 

Where  gathered  all  the  sons  of  prayer, 
In  songs,  his  matchless  grace  to  tell, — 
I  love  the  place,  for  God  is  there. 

60.  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 

God's  goodness  acknoicledged. — Watts. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'T  is  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 
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FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

4  How  many  wretched  souls  have  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ! 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 


61.  CM.  Woodland. 

Grateful  Acknowledgment.  — Sac.  Offering. 

1  Again,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

I  rise  to  hail  the  dawn ; 
Again  my  waking  eyes  unclose, 
To  view  the  smiling  morn. 

2  Great  God  of  love,  thy  praise  I  '11  sing ; 

For  thou  hast  safely  kept 
My  soul  beneath  thy  guardian  wing, 
And  watched  me  while  I  slept. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  eternal  Lord  ! 

O,  teach  my  heart  to  pray, 
And  thy  blest  Spirit's  help  afford, 
To  guide  me  through  the  day  ! 

4  Let  every  thought  and  word  accord 

With  thy  most  holy  will ; 
Each  deed  the  precepts  of  thy  word 
With  pious  aim  fulfil. 

5  From  danger,  sin,  and  every  ill, 

My  constant  Guardian  prove ; 
O,  sanctify  my  heart,  and  fill 
With  thoughts  of  holy  love ! 
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62.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

Power  of  God's  Word.  —  Watts. 

1  Behold,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way  : 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word, 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  we  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
0,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven  ! 

63.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

A  Morning  Invocation.  —  Kenn. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
For  they  with  pure  devotion  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

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4  Lord,  I  to  thee  my  vows  renew ; 
Dispel  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  true  delight, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


64.  S.  M.  Olmmz. 

Evening  Hymn.  —  Y.  C. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
0  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near ! 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possessed. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love ! 
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65.  S.  M.  Olmutz. 

Morning  Thanksgiving.  —  Dwight. 

1  O,  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 

The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

2  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  : 
I  slept — and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

3  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 

This  weak,  defenceless  frame ; 
But  whence  these  favors,  Lord,  to  me, 
All  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

66.  C.  M.  Arlington. 

For  Morning  or  Evening.  —  Kippis. 

1  On  thee,  each  morning,  0  my  God, 

My  waking  thoughts  attend ; 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys ; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  his  protection  blest, 

In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 

My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

4  My  spirit,  in  his  hand  secure, 
Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 

67.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Evening  Reflections.  — Watts. 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past ; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

68.  7s.  &  6s.  M. 

Reflections  at  sunset. — Sac.  Songs. 

1  The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 

Serenely  down  the  west ; 
So,  every  care  subsiding, 
My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 

The  daylight's  gentle  close  ; 
May  angels,  round  me  singing, 
Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 
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3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 

Her  crystal  lamp  on  high ; 
So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendor  dawning, 

The  morrow's  light  shall  break; 
O,  on  the  last  bright  morning 
May  I  in  glory  wake  ! 

69.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Evening  Song.  —  Steele. 

1  Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently-rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  :  his  dear  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 
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PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

0.  H.  M.  Liseher. 

Sabbath  Morning.  —  Hayward. 

1  Welcome,  delightful  morn  ! 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ! 
From  low  desires  and  fleeting  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  : 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 

1.  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 

Pleasures  of  Worship. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing ; 
To  praise  and  pray  —  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 
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3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


72.  L.  M.  wciis. 

Delight  in  the  Sabbath.  —  Watts. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  fill  my  breast ; 
O,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp,  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  : 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  his  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  And  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below, 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
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PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

73.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Sabbath  Morning.  — Wincheix's  Sup. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away ! 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 

With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine  ; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

3  Then,  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransomed,  we  shall  spend, 
A  Sabbath,  which  shall  never  end. 

74.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

The  earthly  and  heavenly  Sabbath.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love ; 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  dwell  upon  immortal  tongues  : 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  angry  foes ; 

No  cares,  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  pain  and  sin ; 
With  joy  we  '11  tread  the  appointed  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 
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PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

75.  C  M.  Woodland. 

The  Lord's  Day.  —  Edmeston. 

1  When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 

And  sighs  her  God  to  seek; 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 
Beams  its  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease ; 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul ! 

76.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

The  Sabbath  Evening.  —  Edmeston. 

1  How  sweet  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve  ! 

How  soft  the  sunbeams  ling'ring  there  ! 
For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  praise  and  prayer. 

2  The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still ! 

Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below ; 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

3  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love  ; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

4  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long — 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 
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AWAKENING. 

S.  M.  Liabon. 

The  Sabbath  welcomed.  —  Watts. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes ! 

2  Jesus  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  God,  my  Saviour  's  been, 
[s  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 


AWAKENING. 

C.  M.  Ballerina. 

QLwnch  not  the  Spirit.  —  M.  S. 

1  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

The  Holy  One  from  heaven ; 
The  Comforter,  beloved,  adored, 
To  man  in  mercy  given. 

2  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord ; 

He  will  not  always  strive  : 
O  tremble  at  that  awful  word ! 
Sinner !  awake  and  live. 

3  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

It  is  thy  only  hope  : 
0  let  his  aid  be  now  implored ; 
Let  prayer  be  lifted  up ! 
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AWAKENING. 

79.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Life  the  only  accepted  time.  —  Dwight. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given ; 
But  soon,  ah,  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found ! 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  ; 
Before  God's  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  and  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
No  God  accept  your  sinful  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

80.  L-  M.  Windham. 

Hie  Broad  Road.  —  Watts. 

1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  the  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  >God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
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4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

I  .  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Ingratitude  deplored.  — Watts. 

1  Is  this  the  kind  return, 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  creatures  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ! 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh  ! 

£•  S.  M.  liovUton. 

Soon  will  the  fiarvesl  close.  —  Union  V.  Hymns. 

1  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  't  is  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er  ; 
And  soon  your  injured,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

3  Then  while  't  is  called  to-day, 

0  hear  the  gospel's  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste  —  O  haste  away, 
While  pardon  may  found  ! 
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83.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

"  My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive. "  —  Gen.  vi.  3.  —  Hydb. 

1  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warned  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice  — 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  — 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  mayest  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

84.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Expostulation.  — Watts. 

1  Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown ; 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ? 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly ! 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams  ? 
Madly  attempt  the  infernal  gate, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold,  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 

56 


AWAKENINli. 

St">.  lis.  Expostulation. 

"  0  turn  yc,for  why  will  ye  die!"  —  Revival  Melodies. 

1  0  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away  ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'T  is  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 

0  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
We  '11  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 


86.  lis.  Sweet  A  ft  on. 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly. — Christian  Melody. 

1  Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner,  with  God, 
And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on  thy  road, 
And  peace,  like  the  dew-drops,  shall  fall  on  thy  head ; 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 

2  Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner,  with  God, 
And  he  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears  are  abroad ; 
Thy  safeguard  in  dangers  that  threaten  thy  path ; 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

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AWAKENING. 

87.  7s.  Hendon. 

The  Sinner  entreated  to  awake. 

1  Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep ;  arise  from  death ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path ; 
Watchful,  tread  that  path ;  be  wise ; 
Leave  thy  folly ;  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly ;  cease  from  crime ; 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time ; 
Life  secure  without  delay ; 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  O,  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night ; 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

88.  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

The  Spirit  striving.—  Gen.  vi.  3. —Hyde. 

1  0,  sinner,  hear  the  heavenly  voice  ! 

0  hear  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ! 
It  bids  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

2  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man ; 
Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

3  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
O,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee ' 

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AWAKENING. 

89.  7s.  Floret's  Hymn. 

Danger  of  Delay.  —Gen.  xix.  22.  —Episcopal  Coll. 

1  Haste,  0  sinner!  —  now  be  wise; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste  —  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  —  now  return ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  O  sinner  !  —  now  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

90.  L.  M.  Windham. 

Wliere  are  the  Dead  ?  —  Montgomery. 

1  Where  are  the  dead?  —  In  heaven  or  hell 
Their  disembodied  spirits  dwell; 

Their  perished  forms  in  bonds  of  clay, 
Reserved  until  the  judgment-day. 

2  Where  are  the  living  ?  —  On  the  ground 
Where  prayer  is  heard  and  mercy  found  — 
Where,  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 

The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 

3  Then,  timely  warned,  let  us  begin 
To  follow  Christ,  and  flee  from  sin ; 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  head,  — 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 

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AWAKENING. 

91.  S.  M.  OlniutA 

Grieve  not  the  Spirit.— Eph.  iv.  30. —  Hyde. 

1  And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace,  so  dearly  bought, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

92.  7s.  Hoi-ton. 

Appeals  from  Eternity.  —  S.  F.  Smith. 

1  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
Thou  hast  finished  earth's  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment  day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  0  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might ; 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  0  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

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AWAKENING. 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer, 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

II.  7s.  &  5s.  "Scots  Mhn  hac. 

Sinners,  roiise  ye.  —  E.  W.  Freeman. 

1  Rouse  ye,  at  the  Saviour's  call, 
Sinners,  rouse  ye,  one  and  all ; 
Wake  !  or  soon  your  souls  will  fall, 

Fall  in  deep  despair. 
Woe  to  him  who  turns  away, 
Jesus  kindly  calls  to-day ; 
Come,  0  sinner,  while  you  may, 

Raise  your  soul  in  prayer. 

2  Heard  ye  not  the  Saviour  cry, 

"  Turn,  0  turn,  why  will  you  die ! 
And  in  keenest  agony, 

Mourn  too  late  your  doom  ?" 
Haste,  for  time  is  rushing  on  ! 
Soon  the  fleeting  hour  is  gone; 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon, 

To  sink  you  in  the  tomb ! 

3  By  the  bleeding  Saviour's  love, 
By  the  joys  of  heaven  above, 

Let  these  words  your  spirits  move ; 

Quick  to  Jesus  fly  ! 
Come  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 
Haste  !  escape  Jehovah's  wrath  ! 
Fly !  for  life  's  a  fleeting  breath  ! 

Soon,  O  soon  you  '11  die. 
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AWAKENING. 

94.  8s.  &  4s.  Rest. 

"  To  spurn  the  Gospel  is  fearful."  —  Colver. 

1  There  is  a  sin,  a  fearful  sin, 

That  seldom  pard'ning  mercy  knows, 
It  is  to  spurn  at  grace  divine, 
When  mercy  flows. 

2  There  is  a  fearful  doom  for  him 
Who  rails  and  scoffs  at  mercy's  hour. 
For  him  who  ventures  to  blaspheme 

The  Spirit's  power. 

3  There 's  nought  remains  but  dark  despair, 
Whene'er  the  Spirit  takes  his  flight; 

O  then  'twill  be  too  late  for  prayer, — 
A  mornless  night. 

4  God  of  salvation,  suppliants  hear, 
If  yet  we  may  thy  grace  receive, 
If  mercy  infinite  may  spare, 

Blest  Jesus,  save ! 

95.  C.  M.  Arlington. 

Expostulation  with  Sinners.  —  Fawcett. 

1  Sinners  !  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 

'T  is  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

And  will  you  onward  go  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  burnings  dwell, 
Or  bear  eternal  woe  ? 
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AWAKENING. 

4  Lo  !  he  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding-  gTace ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word — 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 


6.  L.  M.  Ware. 

"  One  thing  needful."  —  Doddridge. 

1  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above, 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love, 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain, 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  in  each  heart ; 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares 

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AWAKENING. 

97.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Aicake  !  aicakc !  —  Higinbotham. 

1  Awake,  awake,  each  drowsy  soul ! 
Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun  ! 
See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Soon  will  he  close  all  drowsy  eyes, 
Nor  shall  we  hear  these  warnings  more ; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach  ; 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

3  To-day,  attend  his  gracious  voice  ! 
This  is  the  summons  which  he  sends  — 
"  Awake  !  for  on  this  passing  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends." 

98.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

The  Soul.  —  Montgomery. 

1  What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 

The  whole  creation  round? 
That,  which  was  lost  in  paradise, 
That,  which  in  Christ  is  found. 

2  The  soul  of  man, — Jehovah's  breath  ! 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife  ; 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God  to  reclaim  it  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son ; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthly  vessels  frail  ? 
Teach  us,  O  God,  its  worth  to  know, 
Lest  we  its  loss  bewail. 
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AWAKENING. 

99,  lis.  Portuguese    Ihinu. 
The  harvest  past.  —  E.  F.  E. 

1  Lo  !  Jesus  the  Saviour  in  mercy  draws  near, 

Salvation  he  brings,  0  repent  and  believe ; 
The  voice  of  his  mercy  the  doubting  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  redemption  with  gladness  receive. 

2  The  day-star  of  promise  illumines  the  sky, 

And  souls  long  benighted  now  welcome  the  dawn ; 

Improve  the  glad  season,  or  soon  you  may  cry — 

"  The  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone  ! " 

3  The  Spirit  is  striving  with  sinners  to-day, 

He  graciously  knocks  at  the  door  of  your  heart, 
He  comes  the  compassion  of  God  to  display, 
Your  sins  to  remove  and  his  love  to  impart. 

4  0 !  welcome  the  Spirit,  and  grieve  him  no  more, 

Nor  wait  till  his  offers  of  life  are  withdrawn ; 
Lest  then  you  may  cry,  as  your  doom  you  deplore, 
"  The  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone  !  " 

100.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Exhortation  to  Repentance. 

1  .Repent  !  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

No  longer  dare  delay : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men ; 
His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  O  sinners,  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ! 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
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AWAKENING. 
101.  8s.  &7s.  Wilmot. 

1  Tell  me,  wanderer,  wildly  roving 

From  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
Pleasure's  false  enchantment  loving, 
When  will  thy  delusion  cease  ? 

2  Once,  like  thee,  by  joys  surrounded, 

I  could  kneel  at  pleasure's  shrine  ; 
Then  my  brightest  hopes  were  bounded 
By  delights  as  false  as  thine. 

3  But  those  visions  scarce  had  blest  me 

When  that  fleeting  day  was  o'er ; 
Then  the  world,  that  had  caressed  me, 
Charmed  me  with  its  smiles  no  more. 

4  Such  is  pleasure's  transient  story  ; 

Lasting  happiness  is  known 
Only  in  the  path  to  glory — 
In  the  Saviour's  love  alone. 


102.  7s.  Pleyel's  Hymn. 

Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God.  —  Newton. 

1  Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 

Will  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared, 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepared — 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You,  who  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapped  in  flame  ? 
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AWAKENING. 

4  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voice ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

J.  7s.  Plcyel's  Hymn. 

Expostulation.  —  Urwick's  Coll. 

1  Sinner,  what  hast  thou  to  show 
Like  the  joys  believers  know  ? 
Is  thy  path  of  fading  flowers 
Half  so  bright,  so  sweet  as  ours  ? 

2  Doth  a  skilful,  healing  friend 
On  thy  daily  path  attend, 

And  where  thorns  and  stings  abound, 
Shed  a  balm  on  every  wound  ? 

3  When  the  tempest  rolls  on  high, 
'  Hast  thou  still  a  refuge  nigh  ? 

Can,  O  can  thy  dying  breath 
Summon  one  more  strong  than  death  ? 

4  Canst  thou  in  that  awful  day 
Fearless  tread  the  gloomy  way, 
Plead  a  glorious  ransom  given, 
Burst  from  earth  and  soar  to  heaven  ? 

I.  S.    M.  Olmut/. 

The  Accepted  Time,  —  Do  bell. 

1  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
O,  sinners  !  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ;  — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 
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AWAKENING. 

Now  is  the  accepted  time, 
The  gospel  bids  you  come  : 

And  every  promise,  in  his  word, 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

Lord !   draw  reluctant  souls, 
And  melt  them  by  thy  love ; 

Then  will  the  angels  speed  their  way 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


105.  C  M.  Ballerma, 

"  Jestis  beheld  the  city  and  wept  over  it."  —  Colver. 

1  Weep  for  the  lost !     Thy  Saviour  wept 

O'er  Salem's  hapless  doom ; 
He  wept,  to  think  their  day  was  past, 
And  come  their  night  of  gloom. 

2  Weep  for  the  lost !     The  prophets  wept 

O'er  Israel's  gloomy  fate, 
When  Vengeance  had  unsheathed  her  sword ; 
Repentance  came  too  late. 

3  Weep  for  the  lost !     Apostles  wept, 

That  men  should  error  choose ; 
That  dying  men  should  Christ  reject, 
And  endless  life  refuse. 

4  Weep  for  the  lost !     The  lost  will  weep, 

In  that  long  night  of  woe, 
On  which  no  star  of  hope  will  rise, 
And  tears  in  vain  will  flow. 

5  Weep  for  the  lost !     Lord,  make  us  weep, 

And  toil,  with  ceaseless  care, 
To  save  our  friends,  ere  yet  they  pass 
That  point  of  deep  despair. 

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PENITENTIAL. 

106.  C.  M.  Peterborough. 

Prayer  for  Spiritual  Deliverance.  —  Christian  Psalmist. 

1  Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free 

From  all  the  bonds  of  sin  ; 
O  make  jny  soul  alive  to  thee, 
And  cleanse  my  heart  within. 

2  Open  my  eyes,  unstop  my  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afresh  ; 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
In  the  new  world,  that  grace  hath  made, 
I  would  forever  dwell. 

107.  L.  M.  Ward. 

Penitent's  Prayer.  —  Watts. 

1  0  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry ! 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
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PENITENTIAL. 

108.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Submission  at  the  bleeding  Cross. — Watts. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  sovereign  die  ; 
Did  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown, 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  floods  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 

109.  L.  M.  Wells. 

The  burdened  Penitent  going  to  Christ.  —  Am.  Messenger. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

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PENITENTIAL. 

3  Just  as  1  am  —  poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ! 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am  —  thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

10.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Pleading  forgiveness.  —  Steele. 

1  How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  ;" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn ; 
O,  take  the  wanderer  home  ! 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wond'rous  love  ? 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  sweet,  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more ! 
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PENITENTIAL. 

111.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

A  Broken  Heart.  — Watts. 

1  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  is  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I  '11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God.  • 

112.  8s.  &  7s.  Mount  Vernon. 

Suppliant  Address  to  the  Saviour.  —  Turner. 

1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation ; 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief — 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting — 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief ! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 

4  On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  sealed, 

Hangs  my  everlasting  all ; 
Let  thine  arm  be  now  revealed, 
Stay,  0  stay  me,  lest  I  fall ! 
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PENITENTIAL. 

113.  CM.  Lanesboro'. 

Rt  pentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Christ.  —  Watts. 

1  0  God  of  mercy !  hear  my  call ; 

My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  gTace ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifers  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppressed  with  sin's  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

1 14.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

Pardon  Implored.  —  Stennett. 

1  Dear  Saviour  !  prostrate  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 


PENITENTIAL. 

4  I  plead  thy  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ; 
Do  thou  my  sins  forgive ; 
Thy  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

1  15.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon.  —  Watts. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord ;  0  Lord,  forgive  ! 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes,  though  great,  do  not  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God  !  thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0,  wash  my  sod  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ! 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

116.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Prayer  for  Repentance.  —  C.  Wesley. 

1  Oh  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word .' 
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PENITENTIAL. 

2  0,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow ! 
That  sense  of  guilt  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give, 

For  sin  the  deep  distress  — 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  go  in  peace. 

4  0,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ! 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above  ; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

117.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Seeking  the  Kingdom  of  God.  —  Matt.  vi.  33.  — Colver. 

1  Thy  kingdom,  Lord,  I  seek, 

The  Saviour's  gentle  reign  ; 
Thy  sceptre  o'er  my  heart  extend, 
Nor  let  me  seek  in  vain. 

2  I  seek  thy  righteousness, 

And  all  my  sins  deplore  ; 
0,  clothe  me  with  that  heavenly  dress, 
And  let  me  sin  no  more ! 

3  Till  thou  this  boon  bestow, 

No  other  wealth  is  mine, 
I  can  inherit  nought  but  woe 
Till  I  myself  am  thine. 

4  My  God,  for  this  I  plead ; 

Let  me  this  grace  receive ; 
And  then,  whatever  else  I  need, 
Thy  bounteous  hand  shall  give. 


PENITENTIAL. 

118.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

The  Stony  Heart.—  Ezek.  xxxvi.  26,  27.  — Medley. 

1  Lord,  hear  a  burdened  sinner  mourn, 
Who  gladly  would  to  thee  return ; 
Thy  tender  mercies,  0  impart, 

And  take  away  this  stony  heart ! 

2  'T  is  this  hard  heart,  which,  day  by  day, 
Would  shut  my  mouth,  nor  let  me  pray ; 
Yea,  would  from  every  duty  start ; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart ! 

3  'T  is  this  hard  heart,  whose  cursed  snare 
Tempts  me  to  pride,  or  to  despair ; 

0,  in  me,  Lord,  thy  power  exert, 
And  take  away  this  stony  heart ! 

119.  S.  M.  Dover 

Grace  Supplicated.  —  Select  Htmns. 

1  Lord,  help  me  to  repent  — 

With  sin  forever  part ; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart. 

2  A  heart  with  sorrow  pressed, 

For  having  grieved  thy  love  ; 
A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest 
Till  cleansed  from  above. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire ; 
With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  softening  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down ; 
Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
Arid  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

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PENITENTIAL. 

190.  7S.  Morion. 

Fulness  of  Christ.  —  Christ.  Psalmist. 

1  Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean ; 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  opprest, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste ; 
Turn  to  God,  0  turn  and  live ! 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide ; 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

4  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour, 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  power ; 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely  ; 

Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 

121.  L.  M.  Ward. 

Penitential  Desires.  —  Christian  Melody. 

1  0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit ! 
Before  the  cross  could  lay  me  down, — 
Could  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ;  — 

Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within  — 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

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PENITENTIAL. 

122.  C.  M.  Woodstock. 

Lord!  remember  me. —Parkinson's  Sel. 

1  Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend  ; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now,  in  the  fulness  of  thy  love, 
O  Lord !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace  ; 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be ; 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 

0  Lord !  remember  me. 

4  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee ; 
Then,  O  my  great  Redeemer,  God ! 

1  pray,  remember  me. 

123.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

We  would  see  Jesus.  —  John  xii.  21.  —  Stoitghton. 

1  We  would  see  Jesus — does  not  he 

Bid  contrite  sinners  come  ? 
And  to  such  guilty  souls  as  we 
Proclaim,  "  there  yet  is  room  ?  " 

2  We  would  see  Jesus,  for  his  saints 

May  lean  upon  his  breast ; 
Pour  out  with  confidence  their  plaints, 
And  find  celestial  rest. 

3  We  would  see  Jesus,  gracious  friend  ' 

From  him  derive  our  bliss; 
And  wait  till  we  the  heavens  ascend, 
And  see  him  as  he  is. 
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PENITENTIAL. 

124.  7s.  Pleycl's  Hymn. 

Resolving  to  goto  Christ. — Hewett. 

1  If  I  perish,  I  will  go 

Trembling-  to  the   Saviour's  feet ; 
Yet  his  favor  he  '11  bestow, 
Yet  I  may  forgiveness  meet. 

2  If  I  perish,  I  must  own 

God  is  just  to  banish  me  ; 
But  I  '11  venture  near  his  throne, 
For  his  pardons  all  are  free. 

3  If  I  perish,  I  will  go ; 

Though  distressed,  I  can  but  try ; 
Should  he  mercy  never  show, 
Begging,  I  will  live  and  die. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  let  me  live  ; 

Stretch  thy  sceptre  out  to  me  ; 
All  my  sins,  though  great,  forgive ; 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free. 

195.  C.  M.  Reo. 

Encouragement  for  Penitents  to  pray.  —  I  John  i.  9. — Colver. 

1  Ye  trembling  souls,  confession  make 

Of  all  your  sins  to  God  ; 
There  's  pardon  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
And  cleansing  in  his  blood. 

2  E'en  justice  smiles  on  penitence, 

And  lays  its  anger  by ; 
It  looks  on  Christ,  his  sure  defence, 
Nor  lets  the  sinner  die. 

3  The  Lord,  in  justice  to  his  Son, 

Will  keep  the  oaths  he  sware  ; 
Will  pardon  for  his  sake  alone, 
Will  hear  the  Saviour's  prayer. 
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PENITENTIAL. 

4  My  God,  in  penitence  I  come, 
And  all  my  guilt  confess ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  and  cleanse  my  soul 
From  all  unrighteousness. 

136.  C.  M.  Woodstock. 

Contrition.  —  Steele. 

1  Dear  Saviour  !  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah  !  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
By  earth's  low  cares  detained  —  betrayed, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  O,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  humble,  contrite  sigh, 
Grant  me  one  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye ! 

4  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face ; 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Is  thy  forgiving  grace. 

127.  8s.  &  7S.  Bavaria. 

Penitent's  Prayer.  —  Christian  Psalmist. 

1  Saviour,  hear  us  through  thy  merit, 
Lowly  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
O,  draw  near  us  by  thy  Spirit, 
Prostrate  at  thy  mercy-seat ! 
"Wretched,  sinful,  and  unworthy ; 

Sick,  and  poor,  and  deaf,  and  blind  ; 
Oft  unmindful,  while  before  thee, 
That  we  need  a  friend  so  kind. 
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PENITENTIAL. 

2  0,  how  precious  is  the  favor 

Of  forgiveness  through  thy  blood ! 
Come,  thou  gracious,  bleeding  Saviour, 

Be  our  Advocate  with  God. 
For  the  joys  of  thy  salvation, 

Still  we  raise  our  cries  to  thee ; 
Hear  the  voice  of  supplication, 

Set  our  souls  at  liberty. 

128.  7s.  Pleyel's  Hymn. 

Godly  Sorrow. — Raffles. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  O  hear  my  ardent  cry ! 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 

Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 

Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 

4  But  with  thee  there  's  mercy  found, 

Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  : 
Soothe,  0,  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 


INVITING. 


INVITING. 

ISO.  H.  M.  Belhesda. 

There  yet  is  Room.  —  Boden. 

1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immersed  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel  calls  again  ; 

Its  message  is  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come  ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame, 
Christ  bids  you  come  to-day, 

The  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Compelled  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  souls,  draw  near  ; 
He  calls  you  from  above, 

His  melting  accents  hear : 
O,  whosoever  will,  may  come  ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

130.  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

The  Supper  ready.  — C.  Wesley. 

1  Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  your  Lord  ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  welcome  his  returning  son ; 
Ready  the  gracious  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

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INVITING. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above 

To  fill  the  broken  heart  with  love  ; 
To  apply  and  witness  Jesus'  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  you  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate ; 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

131.  7s.  &  6s.  Mendebras. 

Come  to  the  Waters.  —  J.  B.  Hague. 

1  Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsteth, 

Come  to  the  waters,  come ; . 
See  life's  pure  stream  —  it  bursteth 

From  the  eternal  throne. 
See  !  like  a  mighty  river, 

Its  crystal  tide  rolls  by ; 
Thy  soul  haste  to  deliver  ! 

Come,  drink,  and  never  die. 

2  Thy  money  thou  hast  squandered, 

Thy  labor  vainly  spent ; 
Thou  from  thy  God  hast  wandered, 

On  thy  destruction  bent. 
But  Jesus  now  invites  thee; 

The  "  bread  of  heaven  "  would  give ; 
The  world  no  more  delights  thee ; 

Come,  eat,  and  thou  shalt  live. 

3  Come,  then,  thou  poor  and  needy; 

Thy  God  will  freely  bless  ; 
And  haste  with  steps  most  speedy, 

While  mercy  gives  access ; 
For  as  a  mountain  torrent, 

Life's  stream  is  dashing  by ; 
Then  come,  thou  hast  full  warrant; 

Come  quickly,  lest  thou  die. 
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INVITING. 

132.  L.  M.  Hebrew. 

Christ's  Invitation.  —  Watts. 

1  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ; 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 
I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  ; 

I  'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  cheerful  zeal ; 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

133.  C.  M.  Dow,,*. 

Invitation  to  the  Gospel  Feast.  — Steele. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  Here  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet : 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 
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iNvrriNG. 

4  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love  ! 
While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

!4.  C.  M.  The  Jubilee. 

Tlic  Jubilee.  —  Rev.  Melodies. 

1  What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear  ? 

Salvation  sounding  free ! 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race ! 

Let  Christians  all  agree 
To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace  ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery ; 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace  ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy-seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come, 

Unto  the  Saviour  flee  ; 
The  Saviour  bids  you  welcome  home ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring, 

With  songs  of  harmony; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing  ; 
This  is  the  Jubiloe. 

s  s., 


INVITING. 

135.  8s.  &:  7s.  Mount  Vernon. 

Come  to  Jesus.  —  Vestry  Hymns. 

1  "  Come  ! "  —  't  is  Jesus'  invitation  — 

Now  to  mourning  souls  addressed ; 
Why,  0  why  such  hesitation  ! 
Mourners,  he  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Do  ye  fear  your  own  unfitness, 

Burdened  as  ye  are  with  sin  ? 
'T  is  the  Holy  Spirit's  witness  ; 
Christ  invites  you,  —  enter  in. 

3  Stay  not,  pondering  on  your  sorrow. 

Turn  from  your  own  self  away, 

Dare  not  linger  till  to-morrow,  — 

Come  to  Christ  without  delay. 

4  Jesus,  with  thy  word  complying, 

Firm  our  faith  and  hope  shall  be  ; 
On  thy  faithfulness  relying, 

We  will  cast  our  souls  on  thee. 

136.  C.  M.  Lanesboro'. 

The  Fountain  of  Living  Waters.  —  Medley. 

1  0,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds; 

Your  every  burden  bring ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose, 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 
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INVITING. 

4  A  host  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

137.  8s.  &  7s.  w iimoi. 

The  Promised  Rest.  —  Heb.  iv.  1. 

1  Sinners,  hear  the  mighty  Saviour; 

Love  and  pity  fill  his  breast. 
Now,  in  accents  sweet,  he  calls  you ; 
Come  and  taste  the  promised  rest. 

2  Though  in  sorrow  now  ye  labor, 

Weary  souls  with  sin  opprest, 
Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome  — 
Come  and  taste  the  promised  rest. 

3  Though  your  sins  be  red  like  crimson, 

And  ten  thousand  foes  infest, 
He  is  mighty  to  deliver ; 

Come  and  taste  the  promised  rest. 

138.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Is  there  no  Hope  7  —  Miller. 

1  Is  there  no  hope  ?    O,  sinner,  pause  ! 

Turn  not  away  from  heaven  thy  face ; 
Despise  no  more  God's  holy  laws, 
Resist  not  his  inviting  grace. 

2  Is  there  no  hope  ?    That  word  recall ; 

Thy  steps  retrace,  nor  dare  delay  ; 
Lest,  ere  thou  turn,  God's  anger  fall, 
And  hope  forever  flee  away. 

3  Is  there  no  hope  ?    Yes,  sinner,  yes  — 

Repent,  and  to  the  Saviour  fly  : 
Will  he  be  deaf  to  your  distress, 
Who  listens  when  the  ravens  cry  ? 

87 


INVITING. 

139.  7s.  II  or  I  on. 

Sinners  Entreated.  — J.  Wesley. 

1  Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why ; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why ; 
Will  ye  not  in  him  believe, 

Who  hath  died  that  ye  might  live  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn ;   why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

4  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

O  !  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

140.  S.  M.  Dover. 

Bread  of  Life.  —  John  vi.  35,  48,  51.  —  Hoskins. 

1  Behold  the  gift  of  God  ! 

Sinners,  adore  his  name, 
Who  shed  for  us  his  precious  blood, 
Who  bore  our  curse  and  shame. 

2  Behold  the  living  bread ! 

Which  Jesus  came  to  give, 
By  dying  in  the  sinner's  stead, 
That  he  might  ever  live. 

3  Behold  the  Saviour's  love ! 

Who  gives  his  flesh  to  eat ; 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Provision  half  so  sweet. 


INVITING. 

4  The  Lord  delights  to  give ; 

He  knows  you  've  nought  to  buy ; 
To  Jesus  haste ;  —  this  bread  receive, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

M1«  L-  M.  War<1. 

The  Teaching  of  Jesus.  —  Bovvkino. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  list'ning  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  rev'rence  filled  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came  — of  heaven  he  spoke  — 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest;" 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher  —  we  will  come 

Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

14^  S.  M.  ShirIand. 

"Note  is  the  accepted  Time."  — 2  Cor.  vi.  2.  —  P.  H.  E. 

1  Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now  to  the  Saviour  come  ; 
The  Lord  is  calling,  Seek  my  face, 
And  I  will  guide  you  home. 

2  A  father  bids  you  speed  — 

0,  wherefore  then  delay  ? 

He  calls  in  love  — he  sees  your  need 

He  bids  you  come  to-day. 

3  To-day  the  prize  is  won, 

The  promise  is  to  save ; 
Then,  0  be  wise  !  —  to-morrow's  sun 
May  shine  upon  your  grave. 
8*  89  6 


INVITING. 

143.  C.  M.  Naomi. 

Sufficiency  of  the  Atonement. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain,  in  his  day : 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  faltering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 


144.  C  M.  Dundee. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God.  —  Hoskins. 

1  Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt ! 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 
90 


INVITING. 

2  From  heaven  he  came  to  seek  and  save, 

Leaving  his  blest  abode ; 
To  ransom  us  himself  he  gave  : 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

3  He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  place, 

And  shed  his  precious  blood ; 
Let  Adam's  guilty,  ruined  race 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

4  Spirit  of  grace  !  to  us  apply 

Immanuel's  precious  blood, 
That  we  may,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

1  i*>.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Knocking  at  the  Door.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 

He  gently  knocks  —  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0  lovely  attitude  !  —  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands ; 
O  matchless  kindness  !  —  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  Rise  —  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine,  — 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin,  — 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

4  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn,  — 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  him,  —  or  the  hour 's  at  hand, 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand 

91 


INVITING. 

146,  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Greenrille. 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come.— Rev.  xxii.  17.  —  Colver. 

1  Mourning  sinner,  come  to  Jesus, 

Now  the  Spirit  whispers,  "  Come ;" 
True  your  many  sins  are  grievous, 
And  deserve  a  fearful  doom. 

Still  the  Spirit 
Bids  you  to  the  Saviour  come. 

2  Mourning  sinner,  filled  with  anguish, 

Hear  the  Bride  of  Christ  say,  "  Come ;" 
Dry  your  tears  and  cease  to  languish, 
There  is  hope  beyond  the  tomb. 

Come  to  Jesus, 
At  the  gospel  feast  there  's  room. 

3  Come,  poor  sinner,  come  to  Jesus ! 

All  who  hear,  repeat  the  cry  ; 
Come  to  him  who  died  to  save  us ; 
From  the  swift  avenger  fly. 

Come  to  Jesus, 
Heaven  and  earth  invite  thee  nigh. 

4  Ho  !  ye  weary  souls  and  thirsty, 

Here  are  streams  that  never  dry, 

Gushing  streams  of  living  waters,  — 

Without  money,  come  and  buy. 

Come  to  Jesus, 
Freely  drink  and  never  die. 

147.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Forgiveness  of  Sin  upon  Confession.  —  Watts. 

1  0,  blessed  souls  are  they 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ! 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
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INVITING. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound, 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


8,  CM.  Woodland. 

Enter  in.  —  Pratt's  Coll. 

1  All  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin, 

And  fear  eternal  woe, 
You  Christ  invites  to  enter  in  — 
This  hour  to  Jesus  go. 

2  He,  by  his  own  almighty  word, 

Will  all  your  fears  remove ; 
For  every  wound  his  precious  blood 
A  sovereign  balm  shall  prove. 

3  His  conquering  grace  shall  set  you  free 

From  sin's  oppressive  chains, 
From  Satan's  hateful  tyranny, 
And  everlasting  pains. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  heavy  laden,  come  ! 

His  instant  help  implore  ; 
Millions  have  found  a  peaceful  home  — 
There  's  room  for  millions  more. 


INVITING. 

149.  C.  M.  Marlow. 

The  Saviour's  Invitation.  —  Steele. 

1  The  Saviour  calls  !  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come;  'tis  mercy's  voice; 

That  gracious  voice  obey ; 
'T  is  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

150.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

The  Invitation  and  the  Resolve.  —  Jones. 

1  Come,  weary  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  :  — 

2  "  I  '11  go  to  Jesus  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts ;  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  I  '11  prostrate  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 
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iwrnNG. 

4  "  I  '11  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

1M.  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

Free  Forgiveness  offered.  —  Allen. 

1  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  0  how  tender ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Listen  to  it  — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  : 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears, 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  foiling  tears ; 

Tender  heralds ! 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 


Osgood. 


INVITING. 

153.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Osgood. 

Mercy  hails  you.  —  Reed. 

1  Hear,  0  sinner !  mercy  hails  you ; 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 
Trust  in  Jesus ; 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste,  0  sinner !  to  the  Saviour,  — 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ! 
Haste  to  Jesus ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

153.  C.  M.  Woodstock. 

Christ  suing  for  Admission.  —  Steele. 

1  And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace  !  —  and  shall  my  heart 

Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue  — 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  forever  barred  ? 

4  'T  is  sin,  alas  !  with  tyrant  power, 

The  lodging  has  possest ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 
9<5 


INVITING. 

5  Unwelcome  inmates,  hence  depart ; 
Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin. 

154.  8s.  &  7s.  wiimot. 

A  Fountai}i  opened  for  Sin  ami  Uncleanness.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ; 

Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 
Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find. 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever ; 

'T  is  a  soul-renewing  flood ; 

God  is  faithful ;  —  God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood. 

\55,  L.  M.  Rockingham* 

The  good  old  Way.  — Dobell. 

1  Inquiring  souls,  who  long  to  find 
Pardon  of  sin,  and  peace  of  mind ; 
Attend  the  voice  of  God  to-day, 
Who  bids  you  seek  the  good  old  way. 

2  The  righteousness,  th'  atoning  blood 
Of  Jesus,  is  the  way  to  God ; 

O  may  you  then  no  longer  stray, 
But  walk  in  Christ,  the  good  old  way ! 

3  The  prophets  and  th'  apostles  too, 
Pursued  this  way,  while  here  below; 
Then  let  not  fear  your  souls  dismay, 
But  come  to  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

(.»  07 


INVITING. 
\ 

156.  8s.  &  7s.  Greenville. 

Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ.—  Mat.  xi.  2S— 30.  —  Hart. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity  joined  with  power ; 
He  is  able,  he  is  able, 

He  is  willing  —  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 
This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you,  — 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  wounded  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous, 

Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

4  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly ; 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 
None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus, 

Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

157.  7s.  wiiiuot. 

Winning  Souls  to  Christ.  —  Prov.  xi.  30. — Hammond. 

1  Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God, 
Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Once  for  dying  sinners  spilt, 
To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 


INVITING. 

2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side ; 
How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crowned, 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drowned  ; 

3  How  he  yielded  up  his  hreath  ; 
How  he  agonized  in  death ; 
How  he  lives  to  intercede, 
Christ  our  Advocate  and  Head. 

4  Tell  him,  it  was  sovereign  grace 
Led  thee  first  to  seek  his  face ; 
Made  thee  choose  the  better  part ; 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 

5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free ; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 

58.  7s.  Pleyel'sHynm. 

Burdened  Sinners  invited.  —  Decourcy. 

1  Come,  ye  weary  souls,  oppressed, 
Find  in  Christ  the  promised  rest ; 
On  him  all  your  burdens  roll ; 

He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 

2  Ye  who  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
To  the  Son  of  David  cry ; 

In  his  word  he  's  passing  by. 

3  Naked,  guilty,  poor  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find ; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
Now  accept  the  proffered  bliss. 

99 


INVITING. 

159.  S.  M.  Dover. 

Behold  IheArk.—V.K 

1  Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  blest  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more.  » 

2  There  safe  shalt  thou  abide ; 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 
And  every  wish  be  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

3  And  when  the  waves  of  wrath 

Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
Thine  ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire, 
And  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

160.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

The  Gospel  Proclamation.  —  Winchell's  Sup. 

1  Hark  !  the  gospel  trumpet 's  sounding ; 

Sinners,  hear  the  joyful  call ; 
Christ,  in  pardoning  love  abounding, 
Offers  liberty  to  all. 

2  Though  your  crimes  have  reached  to  heaven, 

And  of  deepest  die  appear ; 
Ask,  and  they  shall  be  forgiven, 
Seek,  and  you  shall  find  him  near. 

3  Cast  your  load  of  guilt  behind  you, 

To  the  Lord  for  mercy  flee  ; 
Though  the  strongest  fetters  bind  you, 
His  salvation  makes  you  free. 
100 


RELIGION. 


RELIGION. 

Wl«  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

Value  of  Religion.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Religion  bids  all  sin  depart, 

And  folly  flies  her  chast'ning  rod ; 
She  makes  the  humble,  contrite  heart 
A  temple  of  the  living  God. 

2  Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 

Where  bright  celestial  ages  roll, 
To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 

She  points  the  way,  and  leads  the  soul. 

3  At  her  approach,  the  grave  appears 

The  gate  of  paradise  restored ; 
Her  voice  the  watching  cherub  hears, 
And  drops  his  double  flaming  sword. 

4  Baptized  with  her  renewing  fire, 

We  shall  the  crown  of  glory  gain; 

Rise  when  the  hosts  of  heaven  expire, 

And  there  with  God  forever  reign. 

*6S«  7s.  WHmot. 

Benefits  of  Religion.  —  Conference  Hymns. 

1  'T  is  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live ; 
'T  is  religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death,  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ; 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 
9*  101 


RELIGION. 

163.  L.  M.  we 

Religion  all  in  all.  —  Lee. 

1  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  the  great  concern, 
To  know  thy  will,  thy  name  to  love  ; 
Our  duty  from  thy  word  to  learn, 
And  gain  true  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Religion  must  be  all  in  all, 
Would  we  th'  immortal  prize  obtain, 
Retrieve  the  ruins  of  the  fall, 

And  'scape  the  death  of  endless  pain. 

3  Send  thy  good  Spirit,  Lord,  we  pray, 
To  sanctify  and  cleanse  our  heart ; 
May  we  repent,  believe,  obey, 

And  from  thy  service  ne'er  depart. 

164.  L.  M.  w« 

Religion  exemplified  in  the  Life. — Watts. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Ambition,  envy,  lust,  and  pride  ; 

While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, —    - 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord ;  — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 
102 


RELIGION. 

165.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

Happiness  of  Religion.  —  Christian  Melody. 

1  Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race  ; 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  description  he 

Who  knows  "  the  Saviour  died  for  me  ! " 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver,  0,  prefer  ! 

For  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

4  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 

To  holy,  chaste,  and  sweet  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

160.  C.  M.  Arlington. 

Religion  unites  Heaven  and  Earth.  ■  -  Methodist  Hymns. 

1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 

And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know; 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  : 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ; 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one 
103 


RELIGION. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 
From  thence  our  spirits  rise ; 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads, 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

T.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Religion,  a  Comforter  and  Guide.  —  Anon. 

1  Religion's  dictates  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  the  soul ; 
And  every  fear  shall  cease  to  rage, 
At  her  divine  control. 

2  Through  life's  bewildered,  darksome  way 

Her  hand  unerring  leads, 
And  o'er  the  path  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

3  When  feeble  reason,  tired  and  blind, 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid, 
This  blest  supporter  of  the  mind 
Affords  a  powerful  aid. 

4  0  may  our  hearts  confess  her  power, 

And  find  a  sweet  relief, 
To  brighten  every  gloomy  hour, 
And  soften  every  grief. 

%m  CM.  Newton. 

Religion  the  chief  Concern.  —  Fawcett. 

1  Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 
104 


RELIGION. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
'T  will  fit  us  for  declining  age 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  0  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 


K  S.  M.  oiiuutz. 

The  Voice  of  Wisdom.  —  M.  P.  B. 

1  The  voice  of  Wisdom  cries, 

Soul,  keep  life's  end  in  view  ; 
And  while  its  hours  so  swiftly  fly, 
Cautious  thy  way  pursue. 

2  Accept  of  pardon  now, 

The  joys  of  heaven  are  thine  ; 
Among  the  blissful  throng  above 
Thou  shalt  forever  shine. 

3  Reject,  and  with  the  lost, 

In  darkness  and  despair, 
Henceforth  thou  must  forever  dwell, 
And  find  no  mercy  there. 

4  The  voice  of  Wisdom  heed, 

And  trifle  not  with  time  ; 
But  prize  each  fleeting,  passing  hour, 
Nor  for  its  sake,  but  thine. 
105 


RELIGION. 

170.  C.  M.  Woodland 

Religion,  the  Path  to  Heaven.  —  Howe's  Hymns. 

1  There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 
All  others  go  astray ; 
Narrow,  but  pleasant,  is  the  road, 
And  Christians  love  the  way. 

.  2  It  leads  straight  through  this  world  of  sin, 
And  dangers  must  be  past ; 
But  those  who  boldly  walk  therein, 
Will  come  to  heaven  at  last : 

3  While  the  broad  road,  where  thousands  go, 

Lies  near,  and  opens  fair ; 
And  many  turn  aside,  we  know, 
To  walk  with  sinners  there. 

4  But,  lest  our  feeble  steps  should  slide, 

Or  wander  from  the  way, 
Lord,  condescend  to  be  our  guide, 
And  we  shall  never  stray. 

171.  C.  M.  Nichols. 

Supporting  Grace.  —  Hudson. 

1  How  happy  is  the  Christian's  state ! 

His  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 
A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace, 
And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heaven. 

2  Though,  in  the  rugged  path  of  life, 

He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh, 
Yet,  trusting  in  the  Lord,  he  finds 
Supporting  grace  is  nigh. 

3  If,  to  prevent  his  wandering  steps, 

He  feels  the  chastening  rod, 
The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  God. 
106 


RELIGION. 

4  And  when  the  welcome  message  comes, 
To  call  his  soul  away, 
His  soul  in  raptures  will  ascend 
To  everlasting  day. 

».  C.  M.  Arlington. 

The  Christian's  Hope.  — Christian  Melody. 

1  How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ; 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, — 
I  seek  my  home  in  heaven. 

2  A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  0  !  by  faith  I  see  ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

3  0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 
And  antedate  that  day ; 

4  We  know  the  resurrection 's  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ 's  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
Our  joyous  souls  are  filled. 

1.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Benefits  of  Religion.  —  Doddridge. 

1  0  happy  Christian,  who  can  boast, 

The  Son  of  God  is  mine ! 
Happy,  though  humbled  in  the  dust  — 
Rich  in  this  gift  divine. 

2  He  lives  the  life  of  heaven  below, 

And  shall  forever  live  ; 
Eternal  streams  from  Christ  shall  flow, 
And  endless  vigor  give. 
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CONVERT. 


CONVERT. 

174.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

The  Happy  Day.  —  Doddridge. 

1  0  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done, 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest  my  long  divided  heart ; 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart, 
With  him  of  every  good  possessed. 

175.  L.  M.  Scotch  Air. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem.  —  H.  K.  White. 

1  When,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  hosts  be  stud  the  sky," 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark !  hark !  —  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks,  — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
108 


CONVERT. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned  —  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem:  — 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored  —  my  perils  o'er, 

I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star—  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

fi  76.  C.  M.  Arlington. 

Convert's  Devotion  to  Christ.  —  Steele. 

1  Jesfs  !  to  thy  celestial  light 

My  dawn  of  hope  I  owe  ; 
Once  wandering  in  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  lost  in  shades  of  woe. 

2  Thy  gracious  hand  redeemed  the  slave, 

And  set  the  prisoner  free  : 
Be  all  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Devoted,  Lord,  to  thee. 

3  Here  at  thy  feet  I  wait  thy  will, 

And  live  upon  thy  word ; 
O  give  me  warmer  love  and  zeal, 
To  serve  my  dearest  Lord. 
10  109 


Ward. 


CONVERT. 

177.  L.  M. 

Forsaking  sinful  Pleasures.  —  Watts. 

1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Tour  streams  were  floating-  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  ; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

178.  CM.  St.  Marein's. 

"Hinder  me  not."  — Gen.  xxiv.  56.  —  Dr.  Ryland. 

1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I  '11  pursue ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I  '11  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I  '11  go  at  his  command ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 
110 


CONVERT. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

My  joyful  cry  shall  be, 
"Hinder  me  not;"  come,  welcome  death; 
I  '11  gladly  go  with  thee. 

179.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Self-dedication  to  God.  —  Pres.  Davies. 

1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  alone  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  I  yield  to  thee, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  to  me. 

2  Grant  me,  in  mercy,  now  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all : 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee ; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 

180.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

Self -consecration.  —  Christian  Psajjuist. 

1  Yes,  I  will  be  forever  thine, 

Bought  at  the  price  of  blood  ; 
My  feeble  powers  shall  all  combine 
To  serve  the  living  God. 

2  Body  and  spirit,  time  and  health, 

And  influence  are  the  Lord's ; 
Honor,  or  fame,  or  friends,  or  wealth, 
All  that  my  lot  affords. 

3  I  consecrate  my  all  to  thee, 

Here  at  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Poor  as  the  offering  may  be, 
I  lay  it  at  thy  feet. 
Ill 


CONVERT. 

181.  CM.  Woodstock. 

Hour  of  Conversion.  —  N.  Colver. 

1  I  love  to  think  of  that  blest  hour 

When  Jesus  made  me  his ; 
Subdued  me  by  his  Spirit's  power, 
And  hushed  my  soul  to  peace. 

2  He  gave  me  eyes  my  Lord  to  see, 

As  one  that  had  been  slain ; 
And  whispered,  "  This  I  bore  for  thee, 
For  thee  endured  the  pain." 

3  He  gave  me  ears  his  voice  to  hear, 

And  then  for  me  he  cried, 
"  Father,  this  mourning  sinner  spare  ;" 
And  showed  his  wounded  side. 

4  And  then  he  looked  on  me  and  smiled, 

And  spake  my  sins  "  forgiven;" 
He  owned  me  his  adopted  child, 
And  sealed  me  heir  of  heaven. 

5  'T  was  then  I  learned  his  saving  power, 

And  tuned  my  heart  to  praise  ; 
The  fragrance  of  that  hallowed  hour 
Shall  sweeten  all  my  days. 

182.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Self-dedication.  —  Bourne's  Coll. 

1  0  Saviour,  welcome  to  my  heart ; 

Possess  thy  humble  throne ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thy  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake  ; 

To  thee  I  all  resign ; 
My  longing  heart,  O  Saviour,  take, 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 
112 


CONVERT. 


O,  may  I  never  turn  aside, 
Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 

Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide ; 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 


1S3.  C.  P.  M.  Ganges. 

The  New  Birth.  —  John  iii.  —  Ockum. 

1  Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head  — 

I  no  relief  could  find ; 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

And  whelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

'J  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  : 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

4  .But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  filled  my  heart  with  love ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  hopes  for  bliss  above. 

10*  113 


CONVERT. 

184.  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 

Conversion.  —  Watts. 

1  When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work !  —  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  the  power  divine  ; 
Great  is  the  work !  —  my  heart  replied, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

185.  P.  M. 

The  new  Convert.—  John  xiii.  17. —  Select  Hymns. 

1  O  how  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  !  — 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

When  at  first  I  believed, 

What  true  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  dear  name ! 
114 


CONVERT. 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

0,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me  ! 


1 86  8s.  &  6s.  Woodland. 

Changed  by  Grace. — Howe's  Hymns. 

1  0,  why  should  sinful  men  below, 

To  wild  delusions  given, 
Beneath  their  feet  the  gospel  throw, 
And  thus  their  hopes  of  peace  forego, 

And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  ? 

2  Too  long,  indeed,  with  love  divine, 

My  soul,  like  theirs,  had  striven ; 
Now,  changed  by  grace,  this  heart  of  mine 
Can  all  the  charms  of  earth  resign, 

And  seek  its  rest  in  heaven. 

3  No  more,  with  mercy's  self  at  war, 

On  error's  waves  I'm  driven; 
From  sin's  dark  shoals  I  steer  me  far, 
My  Saviour's  smile  my  polar  star, 

My  home  the  port  of  heaven. 
115 


CONVERT. 

18r-  C.  M.  Mear. 

Joy  in  Heaven.  —  Needham. 

1  Oh,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns ! 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleased,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
"  The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

"'  1VX*  Duke  Street. 

Joy  in  Heaven  for  a  repenting  Sinner.  —  Watts. 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise,' 
To  see  a  penitent  return,  — 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  does  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 
lhe  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 


116 


CONVERT. 

189.  C.   M.  Lanesboro'. 

Convert's  Deadness  to  the  World.  —  Newton. 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 

4  Yes,  though  of  sinners  I  'm  the  worst, 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will ; 
For,  if  thou  hadst  not  loved  me  first, 
I  had  refused  thee  still. 


190.  C.  P.  M.  Foster 

The  Penitent  surrendering.  —  Newton. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  won  —  at  length  I  yield ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee  : 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ?  — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  awe  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 
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CONVERT. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 
To  be  employed  by  thee. 

191.  P.  M.        (onion's  Farewell. 

Convert's  Farewell.  —  Revival  Melodies. 

1  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  may  not  stay ; 
The  home  I  seek  is  far  away ; 

Where  Christ  is  not,  I  cannot  be  — 
This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 
This  world  is  not  my  home, 
This  world  is  not  my  home ; 
This  world  is  all  a  wilderness, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

2  I  've  found  the  winding  path  of  sin 
A  rugged  path  to  travel  in ; 
Beyond  the  chilly  waves  I  see 

The  land  my  Saviour  bought  for  me. 
This  world,  &c. 

3  Praise  be  to  God !  our  hope  on  high ; 
The  angels  sing,  and  so  will  I ; 
Where  seraphs  bow  and  bend  the  knee, 
O,  that's  the  land  —  the  land  for  me. 

This  world,  &c. 
118 


REVIVAL. 


REVIVAL. 

192.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Greenrille. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival.  —  Newton. 

1  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation ; 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent ; 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  conic  from  thee. 
119 


REVIVAL. 

193.  P.  M. 

The  Revival.  —  Robert  TrK.vBi-u.. 

1  Sinners  are  bending 

Low  at  the  throne, 
Jesus  is  sending 

His  Spirit  down, 
Sunlight  is  beaming 

Soft  from  the  sky ; 
Bright  are  the  visions 

That  gleam  on  the  eye. 

2  Angels  are  watching 

Over  the  place, 
Glad  souls  are  singing 

Wonders  of  grace ; 
Mercy  is  shedding 

Bliss  from  on  high, 
Freed  hearts  are  soaring 

Away  to  the  sky  ! 

194.  S.   M,  Olinulz. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival.  —  Hastings. 

1  0  Lord  !  thy  work  revive 

In  Zion's  gloomy  hour ; 
And  make  our  feeble  graces  thrive, 
By  thy  restoring  power, 

2  0  let  thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer  ! 
Their  solemn  vows  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak, 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, — ■ 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 
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REVIVAL. 


4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear, 
Now  listen  to  our  cry ; 
O  come,  and  bring  salvation  near !  — 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

195.  L.  M.  WelIg. 

Prayer  for  the  Increase  of  the  Church.  -  Doddridge. 

1  Hear,  gracious  Sovereign,  from  thy  throne, 
And  send  thy  various  blessings  down  : 
While  by  thy  children  thou  art  sought, 
Attend  the  prayer  thy  word  hath  taught. 

2  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love ; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 

And  let  thy  gracious  power  be  known. 

3  0,  let  the  joyful  converts  wait 
Numerous  around  thy  temple-gate; 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal,  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 


106.  8s.  &7s. 

Prayer  for  spiritual  Influence.  -  Burder's  Coll. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness, 
Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light. 

2  Hear,  0  hear  our  supplication, 

Blessed  Spirit !  God  of  peace  ! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation, 

With  th'  abundance  of  thy  grace. 

3  Author  of  our  new  creation, 

Bid  us  all  thine  influence  prove ; 
Make  our  souls  thy  habitation  ; 
Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 

U  121 


Sicily. 


REVIVAL. 

197.  C.  M.  Anld  Lang  Syne. 

Christian  Union  in  Revival. 

1  Hail  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ; 
Hail !  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 

To  harmony  divine. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given  — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  our  cot ; 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot; 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

We  hope  to  meet  again. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 

And  home  immortal  grows. 
O,  sacred  hope,  0,  blissful  hope  ! 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 
122 


REVIVAL. 

198.  C.  M.  Duudee. 

Converting  Grace  implored.  —  N.  Colver. 

1  Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again, 

With  thy  converting  power ; 
The  fields  of  Zion  thirst  for  rain, 
O  send  a  gracious  shower ! 

2  Our  hearts  are  filled  with  sore  distress, 

While  sinners  all  around 
Are  pressing  on  to  endless  death, 
And  no  relief  is  found. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  come  with  quick'ning  power, 

Thy  mourning  people  cry ; 
Salvation  hring  in  mercy's  hour, 
Nor  let  the  sinner  die. 

4  Once  more  let  converts  throng  thy  house, 

And  shouts  of  victory  raise ; 
Then  shall  our  griefs  be  turned  to  joy, 
And  sighs,  to  songs  of  praise. 

199.  L.  M.  Park  Street. 

Rejoici7ig  in  Revival. — Beddome. 

1  .Rejoice,  for  Christ,  the  Saviour  reigns; 

He  spreads  his  triumphs  all  abroad, 
And  sinners,  cleansed  from  all  their  stains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar 

Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  0,  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 

And  ev'ry  foe  his  power  subdue  ! 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  show. 


REVIVAL. 

200.  S.  M.  St.  Thoma*. 

Praise  for  a  Revival. — Swaix 

1  "Who  can  forbear  to  sing, 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays  ? 

2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall  ? 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 
And  peace  unites  them  all? 

3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise, 

W  hen  angel-notes  prolong, 
O'er  sinners  turning  from  their  ways, 
The  high,  seraphic  song  ? 

SOI*  7s.  Xurembnrg. 

The  little  Cloud.  —  1  Kings  xriiL  44. —  Village  Htmss. 

1  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land ! 

2  Lo.  the  promise  of  a  show'r, 

Drops  already  from  above ! 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  wid  ning  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise ; 

He  the  door  hath  opened  wide ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace ; 
Jesus'  word  is  srlorined. 
124  " 


REVIVAL. 

7s.  Wilmoi. 

Praise  for  a  Revival.  —  R.  Palmer. 

Fount  of  everlasting  love  ! 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are  — 
Flowing  purely  from  above  ; 

Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

Lo,  thy  church,  thy  garden  now 

Blooms  beneath  the  heavenly  shower ! 

Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow  : 
Mild,  yet  mighty,  is  thy  power. 

God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring ; 

Thine  the  glory — thine  alone  : 
Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

Hear,  0  hear,  our  grateful  song ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  still  descend; 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

Widening,  deepening,  to  the  end. 

7s.  Hendon. 

The  favored  Hour.  — E.  Bradford. 

'Tis  the  blest,  the  favored  hour — 

Now  to  seek  thy  God  begin ; 
'T  is  the  Spirit's  voice  divine, 

Woos  thee  from  the  paths  of  sin. 

'T  is  the  blest,  the  favored  hour — 

Jesus  offers  pardon  free ; 
Mildly  pointing  to  the  cross, 

Where  his  blood  was  shed  for  thee. 

Soon  the  favored  hour  may  pass  — 

Soon  the  Spirit  take  its  flight ; 
Hasten  while  the  Saviour  calls  — 

O  no  longer  mercy  slight. 

11*  125 


REVIVAL. 

£05.  H.  M.  Bethesda. 

Effects  of  a  Revival. — Doddridge. 

1  Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide ! 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breathed  on  every  side ; 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel — and  live; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing  — 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King. 

3  But  they,  who  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh, 
And  turn  away  their  face, 

Must  faint,  and  fall,  and  die : 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints,  deplore ; 
For  0,  they  fall  to  rise  no  more ! 

306.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise.—  Village  Hymns. 

1  0  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ! 

With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes, 
And  souls  awake  to  life  divine. 

2  On  all  around,  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  or  copious  showers ; 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend, — 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 
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REVIVAL. 

907.  C.  M.  \noml. 

Spirit  of  Holiness.  —  Bathurst. 

1  Spirit  of  holiness,  look  down, 

Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer; 
And,  when  we  tremble  at  thy  frown, 
0,  bring  thy  comforts  near. 

2  The  fear  which  thy  convictions  wrought, 

O,  let  thy  grace  remove ; 
And  may  the  souls  which  thou  hast  taught 
To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

3  Now  let  thy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before ; 
Now  on  our  hearts  impress  thy  seal, 
That  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

4  Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 

And  make  our  darkness  light, 
That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run, 
Till  faith  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  Then,  as  our  wondering  eyes  discern 

The  Lord's  unclouded  face, 

In  fitter  language  we  shall  learn 

To  sing  triumphant  grace. 

908.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Zion's  Increase  prayed  for.  —  Winchell's  Sup. 

1  Revive  thy  churches,  Lord,  with  grace  ; 
Forgive  our  sins  and  grant  us  peace ; 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame; 
Kindle  our  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

2  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive ; 
Poor  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live, 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find, 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

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REVIVAL. 

909*  lis.  Portuguese  Hymn. 

Why  sleep  ye?  —  Millennial  Harp. 

1  Why  sleep  ye,  my  brethren  ?  come,  let  us  arise ; 
O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize  ? 
Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent ; 

O,  let  us  be  active ;  awake  !  and  repent. 

2  0,  how  can  we  slumber !  the  Master  is  come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home ; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite, 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 

3  0,  how  can  we  slumber !  when  so  much  was  done 
To  purchase  salvation,  by  Jesus  the  Son ! 

Now  mercy  is  proffered,  and  justice  displayed, 
Now  God  can  be  honored,  and  sinners  be  saved. 


210.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

A  brighter  Day  in  Prospect.  —  Village  Hymns. 

1  The  day  is  drawing  nigh, 

Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  converts  like  a  cloud  shall  fly 
To  seek  the  realms  of  bliss. 

2  What  blessed  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight, 
When  sinners  up  to  Zion's  hill 
Like  doves  shall  speed  their  flight. 

3  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

0  Son  of  righteousness, 
These  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE    AND 
PRACTICE. 


GRACE. 
8s.  &  7s.  Bararia. 

Debtor  to  Grace.  —  Robinson. 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing-  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount  —  0  fix  me  on  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

O,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here  's  my  heart ;  Lord,  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 
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GRACE. 

312.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Abba,  Father.  — W^tts. 

1  Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  he  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure ; 
May  purify  our  souls  from  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

313.  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 

Salvation  all  of  Grace. — Doddridge. 

1  Grace  !  't  is  a  charming  sound ; 
Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

*2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 
To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 
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GRACE. 

[t  C  M.  Dnndee. 

Depending  on  Grace.  —  Newton. 

1  Amazing  grace — how  sweet  the  sound!  — 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found,  — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yea,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

5,  CM.  Dnndee. 

Prayer  for  Grace. — Doddridge. 

1  Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Allow  my  humble  claim ; 
Nor,  when  I  raise  my  guilty  head, 
Disdain  a  father's  name. 

2  My  Father  —  God!  how  sweet  the  sound! 

How  tender,  and  how  dear ! 
Not  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart; 
And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace, 
I  share  a  filial  part. 
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SELF-DENIAL 

SELF-DENIAL. 

316.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

Self- Denial.  — Rippon. 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go;  one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain, 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I  'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

217.  C.  M.  Newton. 

Necessitij  of  Self- Denial.  —  W atts. 

1  Strait  is  the  way  —  the  door  is  strait, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high : 
'T  is  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 

The  mind  and  will  renewed, 
Passion  suppressed  —  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 
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FAITH. 


3  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 
Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 


FAITH. 


8.  CM.  Dedham. 

The  Power  of  Faith.  —Turner. 

1  Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares ;  — 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give  : 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain ;  — 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 
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FAITH. 

219.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Faith,  our  Guide. — Watts. 

1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

320.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Increase  of  Faith  desired.  —  Steele. 

1  Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way ! 

To  heaven  0  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

3  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

4  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee; 
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FAITH. 

331.  S.    M.  Olmufx. 

Faith  in  Christ  our  Sacrifice.  —  Watts. 

iN^foT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Cou-ld  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or\vash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  aU  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine,  — 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree ; 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

333.  8s.  &  7S.  Sicily. 

Faith  I  need.  —  Collyer. 

1  Faith  I  need;  O  Lord,  bestow  it; 

Give  my  laboring  mind  relief; 
Oft,  alas  !  I  doubt  —  I  know  it  — 
Help,  O  help  my  unbelief ! 

2  Dearest  Saviour,  by  thy  merit, 

May  I  gain  a  future  crown ; 
Guide,  0  guide  me  by  thy  Spirit, 
Till  these  storms  are  overblown. 
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FAITH. 

923.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

Faith,  the  Evidence  of  Things  not  seen.  —  Watts. 

1  Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 
\    Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 

It<  pierces  through  the  veil  of  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 

By  God's  almighty  word ; 
We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade, 
And  be  again  restored. 

4  Abraham  obeyed  the  Lord's  command, 

From  his  own  country  driven ; 
By  faith  he  sought  a  promised  land, 
But  found  his  rest  in  heaven. 

5  Thus  through  life's  pilgrimage  we  stray, 

The  promise  in  our  eye ; 
By  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way, 
That  leads  to  joy  on  high. 

&24.  S.  M.  p<  u i onviiie. 

Preciousness  of  Faith.  —  Eph.  ii.  8.  —  Beddome. 

1  Faith  —  'tis  a  precious  grace, 

Where'er  it  is  bestowed ; 

It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 

And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  King 

And  all-atoning  Priest ; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 
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FAITH. 

To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  filled  with  deep  distress ; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 

And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

Since  't  is  thy  work  alone. 

And  that  divinely  free ; 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

To  work  this  faith  in  me. 


995.  C.  M.  Mear. 

Prayer  for  strong  Faith. — Bath  Coll. 

1  0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe ;  — 

2  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ;  — 

3  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile ;  — 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

5  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We  '11  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 
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FAITH. 

226.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Faith  the  Gift  of  God.  —  Percy  Chapel  Coll. 

1  Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee ; 

No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes ; 
0,  may  I  now  receive  that  gift ! 
My  soul,  without  it,  dies. 

327.  6s.  &  4s.  Oliret. 

«  Faith  looking  to  Christ.  —  E.  Palmer. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary ; 

Saviour  divine ; 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
0  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thyVich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast. died  for  me, 
O  may  my  lov;e  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be  — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside.       \ 
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FAITH. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
Wlmn  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

SltaJJ  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Savkikr.  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O  bear  me  safe  above  — 
A  ransomed  soul. 

\ 
S.  H.  M.  Moulton. 

Excellence  of  Faith.  —  Ch.  Watchman. 

1  Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop, 

Whereon  his  sorrows  lean ; 
It  is  the  substance  of  his  hope, 

His  proof  of  things  unseen ; 
It  is  the  anchor  of  his  soul 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roll. 

2  Faith  is  the  polar  star 

That  guides  the  Christian's  way, 
Directs  his  wanderings  from  afar 

To  realms  of  endless  day ; 
It  points  the  course  where'er  he  roam, 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

3  Faith  is  the  rainbow's  form 

Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven, 
The  glory  of  the  passing  storm. 

The  pledge  of  mercy  given ; 
li  is  the  bright,  triumphal  arch, 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 

4  The  faith  that  works  by  love, 

And  purines  the  heart, 
A  foretaste  of  the  joys  above 
To  mortals  can  impart ; 
It  bears  us  through  this  earthly  strife, 
And  triumphs  in  immortal  life. 
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HOPE. 

HOPE. 

229.  C.  M.  Newton. 

Hoping,  yet  trembling.  —  Steward. 

1  My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 

To  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh 
That  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

2  I  hope  to  hear,  and  join,  the  song 

That  saints  and  angels  raise, 
And,  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But  0  this  dreadful  heart  of  sin ! 

It  may  deceive  me  still, 
And,  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

4  Come,  then,  0  blessed  Jesus,  come  ! 

To  me  thy  Spirit  give ; 
Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live. 

230  C  M.  Woodland. 

The  precious  Hope. 

1  There  is  a  hope,  a  precious  hope, 

The  world  can  never  give, 
And  when  all  other  hopes  are  fled, 
This  blessed  hope  shall  live. 

2  This  world  is  not  its  native  place ; 

'T  is  not  by  mortals  given ; 
It  enters  that  within  the  veil  — 
'T  is  anchored  fast  in  heaven. 
140 


love. 

3  'T  is  built  upon  the  Saviour's  blood, 

And  on  his  dying  love  ; 
It  points  the  lonely  wanderer  here 
Up  to  a  home  above, 

4  It  whispers  in  the  sinner's  ear 

Of  crimes  and  sins  forgiven, 
And  promises  his  weary  soul 
A  peace  and  rest  in  heaven. 

5  Nor  time,  nor  space,  nor  life,  nor  death, 

Shall  e'er  this  hope  remove ; 
Eternity's  unceasing  years 
Its  endless  life  shall  prove. 


LOVE. 


231,  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

Holy  Love.— Watts. 

1  hUpPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Lovers  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
An3\strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'T  is  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

3  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God.  \ 
141  \ 


LOVE. 

"■*■  S.  M.  ShMma, 

Influence  of  Love.  —  Hymns  op  Zion. 

1  Love  is  the  strongest  tie 

That  can  our  hearts  unite ; 
Love  makes  our  service  liberty, 
Our  every  burden  light. 

2  We  run  in  God's  commands, 

When  love  directs  the  way ; 
With  willing  hearts,  and  active  hands, 
Our  Maker's  will  obey. 

3  Love  softens  all  our  toil, 

And  makes  our  bondage  blest ; 

The  gloomy  desert  wears  a  smile 

When  love  inspires  the  breast. 

4  When  we  ascend  the  skies, 

And  see  the  Saviour's  face, 
Love  will  to  full  perfection  rise, 
And  reign  through  all  the  place. 

933«  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Penitential  Love.  —  Reed. 

1  O  that  I  could  like  Mary  dwell 

Forever  at  my  Saviour's  feet, 
And  view  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss; 
O,  is  there  aught  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 

A  life  of  penitential  love, 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 

And  raise  the  highest  thoughts  above. 
112 


LOVE. 

234.  C.  M.  Woodstock. 

Supreme  Love  to  Christ.  —  Steele. 

1  Ye  earthly  vanities,  depart; 

Forever  hence  remove : 
Jesus  alone  deserves  my  heart, 
And  every  thought  of  love. 

2  His  heart,  where  love  and  pity  dwelt 

In  all  their  softest  forms, 
Sustained  the  heavy  load  of  guilt 
For  lost,  rebellious  worms. 

3  Can  I  my  bleeding  Saviour  view, 

And  yet  ungrateful  prove  ? 
And  pierce  his  wounded  heart  anew, 
And  grieve  his  injured  love  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  forbid !  —  0  bind  this  heart  — 

This  roving  heart  of  mine 
So  firm,  that  it  may  ne'er  depart, 
In  chains  of  love  divine. 

£35.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Love  to  Christ. 

1  Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 

Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 

Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 

The  highest  rapture  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thine  embrace 

There 's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove ; 
Each  smile  that 's  seen  upon  thy  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  When  of  thine  absence  we  complain, 

And  long,  and  weep,  and  humbly  pray; 
There  's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain  ; 

Those  tears  are  sweet  which  mourn  thy  stay. 
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LOVE. 

C.  M.  Arliugt, 

Love  for  Christ.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'T  is  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust : 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  laboring  breath ; 
And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


937'  S.  M.  PemonTille. 

My  God,  my  Love.  —Watts. 

1  My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky 

Can  one  delight  afford ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 
3  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll; 
The  circle,  where  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul.    \ 
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JOY. 


23g#  C.  M.  Nichols 

Lore  of  Christ  celebrated. —Steele. 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ! 
O,  may  his  love  —  immortal  flame  — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach? 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch, 
In  wonder,  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord !  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say,  — 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! " 


JOY. 


039.  C.  P.  M.  F™'e" 

The  Christian's  Peace.  —  Winchell. 

1  How  peaceful  is  the  Christian's  breast ! 
Though  by  distressing  cares  oppressed, 

How  bright  his  prospects  shine  ! 
If  comforts  fly,  or  friends  decay, 
Or  clouds  obstruct  the  cheering  ray 
Which  lights  him  on  his  heavenly  way, 

He  sees  the  hand  divine. 

2  He  knows,  in  heaven  there  dwells  a  friend, 
Who  lives,  though  life  and  time  shall  end, 

'      And  nature's  reign  be  o'er ; 
Whose  smiles  the  weary  soul  shall  share ; 
Whose  love  shall  crown  the  pilgrim  there ; 
Nor  aught  of  anguish,  aught  of  care, 
Disturb  his  passions  more. 
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JOY 

"*>•  L.  M.  UrtrIdge. 

>  Rising  to  God.  —  Gibbons. 

1  gW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Kisevfrom  the  vanities  of  time ; 
Drawback  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
Ihe  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Children  ola  heavenly  birth, 

Why  should  wKgrovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  the&>  alluring  toys, 
In  sight  of  heaven's>ternal  joys  ? 

3  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  like  the  dawn  of  heaven  beloV 

"^',  7s-  Karembnrg. 

The  joyful  Traveller.  —  Cennick. 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Sing,  ye  little  noclc,  and  blest; 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seats  areWv  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Lord !  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below :  \ 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee> 

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JOY. 

2.  C.  M.  Nichols. 

Rejoicing  in  God,  our  Father.  —  Heginbotham. 

1  Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour's  love ; 
Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 
Calls  you  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 
His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ? 
Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

I.  C.  M.  Downs. 

Humble  Gratitude. — Taylor. 

1  Slxce  we,  and  all  our  treasures  too, 

Are  his  who  reigns  above ; 
Then  is  there  nothing  we  can  do, 
To  prove  our  grateful  love  ? 

2  A  broken  heart  he  '11  not  despise  — 

It  is  his  chief  delight ; 
This  is  a  humble  sacrifice, 
Well  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

3  Though  treasures  brought  before  his  throne 

Would  no  acceptance  find  ; 
He  kindly  condescends  to  own 
A  meek  and  lowly  mind. 

4  This  is  an  offering  we  may  bring, 

However  mean  our  store  ; 
The  poorest  child,  the  greatest  king, 
Can  give  him  nothing  more. 
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JOY. 

244.  C  M.  m«,. 

T':i     -:::    C  ,~is:  i  -  -  "•'■'...  —  ;. 

1  0  rappt  soul  that  lives  on  high, 

"V\  r.ile  men  lie  grovelling-  here  ! 
Hi;  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 

And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  dc  c~::e:  stings, 

^  bile  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God; 

His  G:  J  in  secret  sees  ; 

Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  pe 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  ::"  time, 

Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  bee:.. 
N  of  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

243.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

C ;, -;'.£ ; :-c -.  J: ■..  —  N ewt; s . 

1  J :  t  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

En  nature's  barren  s::i : 
Aii  we  can  boast,  bU  Ciiris:  we  know. 
Is  vanity  and  toiL 

2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  made  his  glories  known, 
There  fruits  of  heavenly     y  and  peace 
Are  bund,  and  there  alone. 

3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  :-  .rdoning  k 

A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give?     jys      :    th  me  a] 


JOY. 


4  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 
And  sanctify  the  mind ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

246.  CM.  Mario  w. 

Joy  in  God. —  Steele. 

1  From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 

In  rapture-breathing  sounds, 

Range  o'er  the  limits  of  the  skies, 

O'er  heaven's  eternal  bounds. 

2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 

To  guide  our  upward  aim ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  0,  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  hope  shall  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

247.  C  M.  Arlington. 

Delight  in  God.— Br.  Ryland. 

1  0  lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 

And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same  : 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 
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JOY. 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found 

But  may  be  found  in  thee ; 
I  must  have  all  things  and  abound. 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  praise  thee  more. 


248.  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 

Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth.  —  "W  atts. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
Should  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
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JOY. 


349.  C.  M.  Nichoi*. 

Sun  of  Righteousness.  — Beddome. 

1  Rise,  glorious  Sun,  supremely  bright, 

Diffuse  thy  rays  abroad ; 
Scatter  the  shades  of  gloomy  night, 
And  show  the  heavenly  road. 

2  With  healing  in  thy  wings,  arise 

On  this  dark  soul  of  mine ; 

0  pour  thy  glories  from  the  skies, 
And  give  me  life  divine. 

3  Though  painful  thorns  and  fatal  snares 

Beset  the  path  I  go, 
One  ray  of  thine  dispels  my  fears, 
And  guides  me  safely  through. 

250.  7s.  Xuremburg 

Rejoicing  in  Jesus.  —  Madan's  Coll. 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise,  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears ; 
Banish  all  your  sinful  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Welcome  all,  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ! 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

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JOY. 

251.  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 

God's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness.  —  Watts. 

1  My  God !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning-star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine, 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  love  is  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  me  t  my  gracious  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I  'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Shall  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

252.  S.  M.  Dorer. 

Rejoicing.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Now  let  our  voices  join, 

To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  All  honor  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way ; 
To  him  who  leads  his  followers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 
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PRAYER. 

PRAYER. 

253.  C.  M.  Mear. 

Prayer.  —  Beddome. 

1  Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 
•       Returning-  whence  it  came  ; 

Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear ; 
To  him  there  's  music  in  a  groan, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied, 
Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes 
Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

254.  L.  M.  Ward. 

The  Mercy-Seat.  —  N.  Butler. 

1  How  sweet,  when  worn  with  cares  of  life, 

From  all  its  busy  scenes  to  flee; 
To  leave  a  while  its  toil  and  strife, 

And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee  ! 

2  When  the  tired  spirit  seeks  its  rest, 

'T  is  there  a  sure  repose  I  meet ; 
Tis  there  my  wearied  soul  is  blest, 
Kneeling  before  thy  mercy-seat. 
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PRAYER. 

3  When  sin  o'ercasts  with  clouds  my  sky, 

And  Jesus  hides  his  face  from  me, 
Then  to  thy  mercy-seat  I  fly, 

And  bow  in  humble  prayer  to  thee. 

4  There,  all  the  clouds  of  earth  depart, 

And  heaven  itself  I  almost  see  ; 
The  Saviour  whispers  to  my  heart, 
And  shows  his  smiling  face  to  me. 

5  There  Jesus'  voice  of  love  I  hear ; 

There  glory  sheds  its  light  around ; 
Eye  never  looked  on  things  so  fair ; 
Ear  never  heard  so  sweet  a  sound. 

6  Thou  Lamb  of  God !  0,  let  me  dwell 

Forever  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
To  hear  the  voice  I  love  so  well, 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  mercy-seat. 


255,  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Walking  with  God.  —  Cowper. 

1  Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  that  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 
154 


PRAYER. 

4  Return,  0  Holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


256.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

The  Nature  of  Prayer.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unuttered  or  expressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death  — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


PRAYER. 

357.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

Prayer  for  Sincerity.  —  Social  Hymns. 

1  Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
0  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see  ;  — 

True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray,  from  thee, 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

O,  let  our  wills  resign ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies ; 
And  teach  our  hearts  —  't  is  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

258.  C.  M.  Arlington. 

Desires  for  Holiness.  —  Ch.  Psalmody. 

1  0,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 
15(3 


PRAYER. 

859.  L.  M.  Wbn. 

The  Mercy-Seat.  —  Stowell. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat  — 
'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 

A  place,  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet  — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far  —  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle-wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more, 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

200.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Design  of  Prayer.  —  Anon. 

1  Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray ; 
For  't  is  by  earnest  prayer  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay  ; 
If  guilt  deject;  if  sin  distress; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'T  is  prayer  supports  the  soul  that 's  weak : 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 
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PRAYER. 

261.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Self-Examination.  —  Davies. 

1  O  what  am  I  ?     My  soul,  awake, 

And  search  with  care,  there  's  much  at  stake ; 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 

2  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  formed  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

3  Searcher  of  hearts  !   0  search  me  still ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 

My  fears  remove ;  let  me  appear 

To  God  and  my  own  conscience  clear. 

4  Scatter  the  clouds  that  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread ; 
Lead  me  into  celestial  day, 

And,  to  myself,  myself  display. 

262.  C.  M.  Naomi 

The  Request —  Contentment.  — Steele. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  hand  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise. 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy.  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 
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PRAYER. 

363.  S.  M.  oimut*. 

Christ  will  hear  Prayer.  —  Newton. 

1  Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 

Invites  us,  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, — 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He  '11  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer ; 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and,  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 

264.  7s.  Hendon. 

Chaving  to  Christ.  —  Howe's  Hymns. 

1  Holy  Jesus,  lovely  Lamb, 
Thine,  and  only  thine,  I  am ; 
Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul, 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 

2  Thou  my  dearest  object  be, 
Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee ; 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part, 
Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below  ? 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  know ; 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  ? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

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PRAYER. 

265.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Refuge  in  God.  —  Steele. 

1  Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
0  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  0  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat ; 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 

266.  C.  M.  Lanesboro*. 

Devotion  to  God.  — Select  Hymns. 

1  Eternal  Father,  God  of  love ! 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  want  to  be ; 

Our  sacrifice  receive ; 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ; 
So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 
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PRAYER. 

267.  L    M.  Hebron. 

Holy  Aspirations.  —  Watts. 

1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  : 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind. 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

268.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Greenville. 

Pilgrim's  Prayer.  —  Oliver. 

1  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 
Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
14*  *    161 


PRAYER. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
Bear  me  through  the  raging  current; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

S69'  CM.  Welford. 

Desires  for  a  pure  Heart.  —  Lyre. 

1  0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  — 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 
A  heart  made  clean  by  thy  rich  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good  — 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

270.  7s.  Hendon. 

Fleeing  to  Christ.  —  Wesley. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly ; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ! 


CHRISTIAN   WARFARE. 

2  Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  : 
0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone ; 
Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 

271.  S.  M.  Labau. 

Watch  and  Pray. — Heath. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  gained  thy  crown. 
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CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 

273.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Attachment  to  Christ.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  we  are  thine, 

By  everlasting  bonds ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign; 
Our  souls  are  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
0  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head ; 

Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 

That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
He  '11  fix  his  members  there. 

373.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

Encouragement  to  Faithfulness.  —  3Iontgomery. 

1  Our  Captain  leads  us  on  ; 

He  beckons  from  the  skies ; 

He  reaches  out  a  starry  crown, 

And  bids  us  take  the  prize. 

2  "  Be  faithful  unto  death, 

Partake  my  victory, 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath, 
And  thou  shalt  reign  with  me." 

3  Vv  no  conquer  in  his  might 

The  victor's  meed  receive  ; 
They  claim  a  kingdom  in  his  right, 
Which  God  will  freely  give. 

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274.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

The  Christian  Soldier.  —  Watts. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

275.  C.  M.  Bailor  urn. 

The  Christian  encompassed  by  Foes.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Encompassed  by  ten  thousand  ills, 

And  prest  by  angry  foes ; 
I  lift  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills 
From  whence  salvation  flows. 

2  My  help  is  from  the  Lord,  who  made 

And  governs  earth  and  sky ; 
I  look  to  his  Almighty  aid, 
And  ever  watching  eye. 

3  He  who  thy  soul  in  safety  keeps 

Shall  drive  destruction  hence ; 
The  Lord,  thy  keeper,  never  sleeps, 
The  Lord  is  thy  defence. 
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S76.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

War  proclaimed.  —  Stennett. 

1  Jesus,  my  King,  proclaims  the  war : 

"  Awake  !  the  powers  of  hell  are  near; 
To  arms  !  to  arms  ! "  I  hear  him  cry; 
"  'T  is  yours  to  conquer,  or  to  die." 

2  Roused  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around, 

I  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on, 

And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
The  word  of  God  the  sword  I  wield ; 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

,     4  Thus  armed,  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
.Resolved  to  put  my  foes  to  flight, 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conquering  banner  o'er  my  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust; 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast : 
Through  troops  of  foes  he  '11  lead  me  on 
To  victory,  and  the  victor's  crown. 

277.  C.  M.  Mear. 

Foes  without  and  within.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Awake,  my  drowsy  soul,  awake, 
And  view  the  threatening  scene ; 
Legions  of  foes  encamp  thee  round, 
And  treason  lurks  within. 

.2  'T  is  not  this  mortal  life  alone 
These  enemies  assail ; 
All  thine  eternal  hopes  are  lost 
If  their  attempts  prevail. 
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3  Now  to  the  work  of  God  awake ; 

Thy  Master  never  sleeps, 
But  holds  thy  deeds  in  full  survey ; 
His  hand  the  record  keeps. 

4  Tremendous  thought!  how  it  should  urge 

My  soul  to  watch  and  pray ; 
The  slumber  from  my  spirit  shake, 
And  onward  speed  my  way. 

27S.  7s.  &  6s.  "Scots  wha  hac." 

Soldiers,  arise.  —  J.  B.  W. 

1  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise  ! 
Lo  !  your  leader,  from  the  skies, 
Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, 

The  prize  of  victory. 
Seize  your  armor  —  gird  it  on; 
Now  the  battle  will  be  won ; 
See  !  the  strife  will  soon  be  done ; 

Then  struggle  manfully. 

2  Jesus  conquered  when  he  fell, 

Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
Now  he  leads  you  on,  to  swell 

The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
Though  all  earth  and  hell  appear, 
Who  will  doubt,  or  who  can  fear  ? 
God  our  strength  and  shield  is  near; 

We  cannot  lose  our  cause. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God ! 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod  — 
Follow  where  your  Leader  trod; 

You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain ; 
Rise  to  join  that  glorious  train, 

Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise. 


CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 

279.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

Holdfast  the  Shield.  —  Methodist  Hymns. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  lay  hold 

On  faith's  victorious  shield ; 
Armed  with  that  adamant  and  gold, 
Be  sure  to  win  the  field : 

2  If  faith  surround  your  heart, 

Satan  shall  be  subdued, 
Repelled  his  every  fiery  dart, 

And  quenched  with  Jesus'  blood. 

3  Jesus  hath  died  for  you  ! 

What  can  his  love  withstand  ? 
Believe,  hold  fast  your  shield,  and  who 
Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand  ? 

4  To  keep  your  armor  bright, 

Attend  with  constant  care  ; 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  sight, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

280.  C.  M.  Marlow. 

The  Soldier  encouraged.  —  Hymns  of  Zion. 

1  Hark  !  't  is  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice, 

From  his  triumphant  seat ; 
Midst  all  the  war's  tumultuous  noise, 
How  powerful  and  how  sweet ! 

2  "  Fight  on,  my  faithful  band,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow; 
Who  first  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 
Shall  speediest  victory  know. 

3  "  I  have  my  days  of  combat  known, 

And  in  the  dust  was  laid ; 
But  thence  I  mounted  to  my  throne, 
And  glory  crowns  my  head. 

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CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 


"  That  throne  and  glory  you  shall  share, 
My  hands  the  crown  shall  give ; 

And  you  the  radiant  honors  wear, 
While  God  himself  shall  live." 


281.  7s.  &  6s.  Morning  light. 

Confidence  in  God. —  Montgomery. 

1  God  is  my  strong  salvation  ; 

What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 

My  light,  my  help,  is  near : 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  in  the  fight  I  stand ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance ; 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 

When  faint  and  desolate ; 
His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen ; 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

282.  S.  M.  Olmntz. 

Christ,  the  Truth  and  the  Way. —  Methodist  Coll. 

1  Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way, 

My  sure,  unerring  light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  soul  I  stay, 
Which  thou  wilt  lead  aright. 

2  My  wisdom,  and  my  guide, 

My  counsellor  thou  art ; 
O  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 
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CHRISTIAN   WARFARE. 

383.  S.  M.  Pentouville. 

The  Christian's  Warfare.  —  C.  Wesley. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son  ; 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
But  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

4  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

284.  C.  M.  Nichoi*. 

The  whole  Armor.  —  Psalmist. 

1  O  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way, 

And  to  thy  armor  cling ; 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 
That  grace  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  wron. 

3  The  shield  of  faith  repels  the  dart 

That  Satan's  hand  may  throw ; 
His  arrow  cannot  reach  thy  heart, 
If  Christ  control  the  bow. 
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CHRISTIAN  RACE. 

4  O,  faint  not,  Christian,  for  thy  sighs 
Are  heard  before  his  throne ; 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 

285.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

The  Christian  Warfare.—  Watts. 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain 's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on,  — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


CHRISTIAN   RACE. 

L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

The  heavenly  Race.  —  Watts. 

Awake,  our  souls  ;  away,  our  fears  ; 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 
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2  True,  't  is  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply ; 
While  those  who  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

4  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 


387.  C   M.  Marlow. 

Tfie  Christian  Race.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Awake,  my  soul;  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ;  • 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  uplifted  eye  ;  — 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 
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CHRISTIAN  RACE. 

288.  7s.  &  6s.  Amsterdam. 

Tht  Pilgrim's  Song. — Whitefield. 

1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  your  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ; 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

^89.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Not  nshamed  of  Christ. 

1  I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God!  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

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WATCHFULNESS  AND  ZEAL. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


WATCHFULNESS   AND  ZEAL. 

390.  S.  M.  Dover. 

Christian  Watchfulness. — C.  Wesley. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying-  soul  to  save, 
And  lit  it  for  the  sky  :  — 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil,— 
O,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  0,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thy  grace  rely, 
To  guard  me  safe  through  all  the  way, 
To  rest  with  thee  on  high. 

291  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily 


8s.  &  7s. 

Soicing  and  Reaping.  —  Christian 

Psalmist. 

1  He  that  goeth  forth  with 

weeping, 

Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
All  his  labor  shall  succeed. 

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2  Then  will  fall  the  rain  of  heaven, 

Then  the  sun  of  mercy  shine; 
Precious  fruits  will  then  be  given, 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

3  Sow  thy  seed,  he  never  weary, 

Nor  let  fears  thy  mind  employ ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 

Thou  mayest  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4  Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear; 
Look  again !  the  fields  are  whitening ; 
Sure  the  harvest  time  is  near. 


292.  8s.  &  7s.  Bavaria. 

The  watchful  Servants.  —  Cong.  Mag. 

1  Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us, 

Here  would  we  renounce  them  all, 
Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus  — 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  call. 
Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 

Points  to  brighter  worlds  above, 
Bids  us  look  for  his  appearing, 

Bids  us  triumph  in  his  love. 

2  May  our  lights  be  always  burning, 

And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, 

Longing  for  the  welcome  sound ! 
Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 

Never  will  we  be  afraid ; 
Should  he  come  at  night  or  morning, 

Early  dawn  or  evening  shade. 
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WATCHFULNESS  AND  ZEAL. 

293.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

No  Labor  in  vain. — Montgomery 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

3  Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God  is  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry  "  harvest  home  !  " 

304.  6s.  &  5s.       PorasBguese  Hymn. 

Be  firm  and  be  faithful.  —  Anon. 

1  Be  firm  and  be  faithful, 

Desert  not  the  right, 
The  brave  become  bolder 

The  darker  the  night ! 
Then  up  and  be  doing, 

Though  cowards  may  fail ; 
Thy  duty  pursuing, 

Dare  all,  and  prevail. 

2  If  scorn  be  thy  portion, 

If  hatred  and  loss, 
If  stripes  and  if  prisons, 

Remember  the  Cross ! 
Desert  life  or  treasure, 

But  never  the  right; 
The  pain  shall  give  pleasure, 

And  God  shall  requite. 
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BACKSLIDING. 

BACKSLIDING. 

995.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

The  Wanderer  called,  —  Collyer. 

1  Return,  0  wandering  soul,  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  warm,  desires  that  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  redeeming  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wandering  soul,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  heavenly  balm  shall  heal  thy  smart. 

3  Return,  0  wandering  soul,  return ; 

Thy  dying  Saviour  bids  thee  live ; 
Go,  view  his  bleeding  side,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wandering  soul,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
"  'T  is  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn ; " 
'T  is  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

290.  S.   M.  Olmuts. 

Backslider's  Prayer.  —  Methodist  Coll. 

1  0  Jesus  !  full  of  grace, 

To  thee  I  make  my  moan ; 
Let  me  again  behold  thy  face ; 
Call  home  thy  banished  one. 

2  Again  my  pardon  seal, 

Again  my  soul  restore, 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 
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BACKSLIDING. 

3  Wilt  thou  not  bid  me  rise  ? 

Speak,  and  my  soul  shall  live ; 
Forgive,  my  broken  spirit  cries, 
Abundantly  forgive. 

4  Again  thy  love  reveal, 

Restore  that  inward  heaven : 
O  grant  me  once  again  to  feel, 
Through  faith,  my  sins  forgiven. 

C.  M.  Woodland. 

Peace  returning.  —  Newton. 

1  Oh  speak  that  gracious  word  again, 

And  cheer  my  drooping  heart ! 
No  voice  but  thine  can  soothe  my  pain, 
And  bid  my  fears  depart. 

2  And  wilt  thou  still  vouchsafe  to  own 

A  worm  so  vile  as  I  ? 
And  may  I  still  approach  thy  throne, 
And  Abba,  Father,  cry  ? 

3  My  Saviour,  by  his  powerful  word, 

Hath  turned  my  night  to  day; 
And  all  those  heavenly  joys  restored 
Which  I  had  sinned  away. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  I  wonder  and  adore  ; 

Thy  grace  is  all  divine ; 
O  keep  me,  that  I  sin  no  more 
Against  such  love  as  thine. 
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AFFLICTION. 

AFFLICTION. 

298.  7s.  Hendon 

Benefits  of  Trials.  —  Cowper. 

1  'T  is  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet, 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

299.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

How  can  I  sink  7  —  Watts. 

1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 
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AFFLICTION. 

300.  8s.  &  7s.  Mount  Vernon. 

Prayer  in  Affliction.  —  S.  Songs. 

1  Gently,  Lord,  0  gently  lead  us, 

Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears ;  — 
Through  what  trials  yet  await  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4  And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest ; 
Till  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

301.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

Submission,  a  Duty.  —  Beddome. 

1  My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 

Great  God !  are  in  thy  hand ; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  should'st  take  them  all  away, 

Yet  I  ought  not  repine ; 
Before  they  were  possessed  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  should  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone ; 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
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AFFLICTION. 

302.  C.  M.  Down* 

It  is  the  Lord. —I  Sam.  iii.  18. —  Green. 

1  It  is  the  Lord  —  enthroned  in  light, 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine ; 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

«  It  is  the  Lord  —  should  I  distrust, 
Or  contradict  his  will  ? 
Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just, 
And  must  be  righteous  still  ? 

3  It  is  the  Lord  —  who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load, 

From  whom  assistance  I  obtain 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 

4  It  is  the  Lord  —  whose  matchless  skill 

Can  from  afflictions  raise 
Matter,  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever-growing  praise. 

303.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Sanctified  Affliction.  —  Watts. 

1  Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  ; 

How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  forced  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wandering  soul  to  God. 

2  Foolish  and  vain,  I  went  astray 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

3  'T  is  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 
'T  is  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 
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AFFLICTION. 

304  C.  M.  Dundee. 

The  chastening  Rod. — Watts. 

1  Yes,  I  have  found  't  is  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

2  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  oppressed  with  sorrow's  weight, 
Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

3  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe ; 
The  sharpest  sufferings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

4  Before  I  knew  thy  chastening  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

305.  C.  M.  Lanesboro'. 

The  Lord  gracious  in  Afflictions.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Lord,  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

I  '11  not  arraign  thy  will ; 

No,  rather  let  me  meekly  say, 

The  Lord  is  gracious  still. 

2  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 

Of  nothing  long  possessed, 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

3  Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 

Of  thy  redeemed  above ; 
Then  with  my  heart,  and  strength,  and  soul 
I  '11  love  thee  for  thy  love. 

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AFFLICTION. 

306.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Thr  IIi«}i  Rock  a  Protection.  — Watts. 

1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  0  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That 's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I  '11  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

307.  C.  M.  Lu.ic.boro*. 

Trust  in  God.  —  Steele. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name  ! 

0  may  I  call  thee  mine  ! 

May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  ; 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  providence  denies, 

1  calmly  would  resign, 

For  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise  ; 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear ; 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 
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AFFLICTION. 

308.  8s.  &.  7s.  Mount  Vernon. 

"  Thy  Will  be  done."  — Mothers'  Hymn  Book. 

1  Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 

O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
Let  us,  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  Though  cast  down,  we  're  not  forsaken; 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone ; 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken; 
Blessed  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 

3  Fill  us  now  with  deep  contrition  ; 

Take  away  these  hearts  of  stone ; 

While  we  all,  with  true  submission, 

Meekly  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

4  Though  to-day  we  're  filled  with  mourning, 

Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne ; 
With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
We  can  sing,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

309.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

"Lord,  remember  me."  —  Haweis. 

1  0  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When,  with  an  aching,  burdened  heart, 

1  seek  relief  of  thee, 

Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart  ; 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
0,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day ; 
0  Lord,  remember  me. 

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AFFLICTION. 

4  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

I  wait  thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 
0  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And  when  before  thy  throne  1  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 
Then,  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 


310.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Greenville; 

God  tries,  yet  loves,  his  People.  —  Kelly. 

1  Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded — 

Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine : 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove ; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee  — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 
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AFFLICTION. 

311.  7s.  Hendon. 

Strength  equal  to  the  day.  —  Deut.  xxxiii.  25.  —Gems. 

1  Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar,  still  to  thee 
God  has  promised  needful  grace ; 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  may'st  see, 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  Ages,  I  'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise  full  and  free ; 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure  — 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

313.  C.  M.  Welford. 

Fear  not.  —  Beddome. 

1  Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears ; 

Be  mercy  now  your  theme  — 
Mercy  which  like  a  river  flows 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone ; 
He  's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 
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AFFLICTION. 

3  Fear  not  the  power  of  earth  or  hell : 

God  will  those  powers  restrain; 
His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

4  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting : 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 


«>!•».  1j.  JVi.  Rockingham* 

God  tciU  comfort  you.  —  Anon. 

1  In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice, 

With  thankful  heart  and  cheerful  voice ; 
Thus  saith  his  word,  so  kind,  so  true  — 
I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you. 

2  Sweet  words  !  —  0  let  us  bless  his  name, 
And  joyful  all  his  praise  proclaim ; 
These  words  shall  foes  and  fears  subdue  — 
I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you. 

3  Do  sore  afflictions  on  you  lay, 
And  pungent  sorrows  day  by  day  ? 

Look  to  this  word,  'twill  bear  you  through  — 
I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you. 

4  If  death  in  gloomy  form  appear, 
And  overwhelm  your  souls  with  fear, 
Let  this  sweet  word  your  faith  renew-  - 
I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you. 

5  And  when  each  happy  soul  attains 
That  blissful  state  where  glory  reigns, 
This  song  shall  all  his  powers  employ  — 
God  is  my  comfort  and  my  joy. 

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AFFLICTION. 

314-  C.  M.  jfMmt. 

Resignation.  —  Montgomery. 

1  One  prayer  I  have,— all  prayers  in  one, 

When  I  am  wholly  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  wiU  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  Almighty,  and  All-good, 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 
And  back  in  gratitude  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And,  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still.'*' 

315-  C.  M.  DoWM8. 

"  Thy  mill  be  done."  —  Percy  Chapel  Coll. 

1  Father,  I  know  thy^  ways  are  just, 

Although  to  me  unknown; 
0,  grant  me  grace  thy  love  to  trust, 
And  cry,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  If  thou  shouldst  hedge  with  thorns  my  path, 

Should  wealth  and  friends  be  gone, 
Still,  with  a  firm  and  lively  faith, 
I  '11  cry,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

3  Although  thy  steps  I  cannot  trace, 

Thy  sovereign  right  I  '11  own ; 

And,  as  instructed  by  thy  grace, 

I  '11  cry,  "  Thy  will  be  done," 


THE  CHURCH. 


5  'T  is  sweet  thus  passively  to  lie 
Before  thy  gracious  throne, 
Concerning  everything  to  cry, 
"  My  Father's  will  be  done." 


THE    CHURCH. 

316.  L.  M.  Wiluicr. 

.4  Welcome  to  Christ ian  Fellowship.  —  Kelly. 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  ! 

0  !  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name  ; 
We  welcome  thee,  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove  ; 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 
We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

317.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

After  hearing  Converts.  —  Howe's  Hymns. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  we  rejoice  to  hear 

Poor  sinners  sweetly  tell 
How  thou  art  pleased  to  save  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  death,  and  hell. 

2  Lord,  we  unite  to  praise  thy  name 

For  grace  so  freely  given ; 
Still  may  we  keep  in  Zion's  road, 
And  dwell  at  last  in  heaven. 
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THE  CHURCH. 

318.  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

God  the  Defence  of  his  Church.  —  Coyvper. 

1  As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect, 

And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  them, 
Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
"  So  will  I  guard  Jerusalem." 

2  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 

The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son ; 
There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  God, 
The  sinners  whom  he  calls  his  own. 

3  There,  though  besieged  on  every  side, 

Yet  much  beloved,  and  guarded  well ; 
From  age  to  age  they  have  defied 
The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  hell. 

4  Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair ; 

This  city  has  a  sure  defence ; 
Her  name  is  called,  "  The  Lord  is  there ;" 
And  who  has  power  to  drive  them  thence  ? 

319.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Admission  of  Members.  —  Bkddome. 

1  Believing  souls,  of  Christ  beloved, 

Who  have  yourselves  to  him  resigned, 
Your  faith  and  practice  both  approved, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  shall  find. 

2  Now  saved  from  sin  and  Satan's  wiles, 

Though  by  a  scorning  world  abhorred, 
Now  share  with  us  the  Saviour's  smiles ; 
Come  in,  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord. 

3  In  fellowship  we  join  our  hands, 

And  you  an  invitation  give  ; 
Unite  with  us  in  sacred  bands ; 
The  pledges  of  our  love  receive. 
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THE  CHUKCH. 

4  Do  thou,  who  art  the  church's  Head, 
This  union  with  thy  blessing  crown ; 
And  still,  0  Lord,  revive  the  dead, 

Till  thousands  more  thy  name  shall  own. 

320.  L.  M.  wen.. 

On  receiving  7ieic  Members.  —  Newton. 

1  Kindred  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus  : 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  We  '11  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said. 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below ;  — 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he  's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
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CHRISTIAN   UNION. 


321 


^s-  Union  Flymn, 

The  Union  Hymn.  —  Dr.  Baldwin. 

1  From  whence  doth  this  union  arise. 

That  conquers  our  hatred  by  love  ; 
That  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove  ? 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  are  united  in  love ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  bright  mansions  above. 

4  Then  why  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again  ? 
Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see  ; 
And  sing  Hallelujah,  Amen! 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

332.  H.  M.  Umh„. 

Fraternal  Union.  —  Christian  Psajlmist. 

1  How  beautiful  the  sight 
Of  brethren  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite, 

And  bands  of  charity  ! 
'T  is  like  the  precious  ointment  shed, 
In  sacred  rite,  on  Aaron's  head. 
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CHRISTIAN    UNIOff. 

2  'T  is  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers ; 
Where  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
And  notes  of  grateful  joy  resound. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings  in  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands  — 

E'en  life  for  evermore  : 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love. 

323.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Attachment  to  the  Church.  —  Dwight. 

1  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved, 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God ; 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joys 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand,  from  eveiy  snare  and  foe, 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 
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CHRISTIAN  UNION. 

324.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Brotherly  Love.  —  Swain. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word  !  — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart !  — 

3  When  free  from  self-exalting  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he  's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  o-low  with  love. 


Dcdhamt 


325.  C.  M. 

Brotherly  Love.  —  Watts. 

1  Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  piety  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss,  from  Christ  the  spring, 

Descend  to  every  soul  ; 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'T  is  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head ; 
The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 
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4  'T  is  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  milder  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

320.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Christian  Fellowship.  —  Fawcett. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  hinds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

3*27.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

Blessedness  of  Union.  —  Bahbauld. 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  congenial  minds ! 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  tender  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face ;  — 
At  length  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 

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328.  C.  M.  Arii„g,< 

Union  of  Earth  and  Heaven.  —  Montgomery. 

1  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 

One  fellowship  of  mind, 
The  saints  below  and  saints  above 
Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 

2  Here,  in  their  house  of  pilgrimage, 

Thy  statutes  are  their  song ; 
There,  through  one  bright  eternal  age, 
Thy  praises  they  prolong. 


DIVINE    ATTRIBUTES. 

329.  C.  P.  M.  Rapture. 

The  Love  of  God.  —  H.  Moore. 

1  My  God.  thy  boundless  love  I  praise  ! 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'T  is  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  But  in  the  gospel  it  appears 
In  sweeter,  fairer  characters, 

And  charms  the  ravished  breast : 
There,  love  immortal  leaves  the  sky, 
To  wipe  the  drooping  mourner's  eye, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 
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4  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
My  soul's  eternal  good. 

330.  C.  M.  St.  Ann'a. 

God's  Love  unchangeable.  —  Church  Psalmody. 

1  Faithful,  0  Lord,  thy  mercies  are ; 

A  Kock  that  cannot  move  : 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

2  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 

It  stands  forever  sure ; 
And  while  thy  truth,  0  God,  remains, 
Thy  goodness  shall  endure. 

331.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

God's  Mercies.  —  Watts. 

1  My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins ; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
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C  M.  Mar  low. 

Power,  Wisdom,  and  Goodness.  —  Watts. 

1  We  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  We  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  We  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

Who  fills  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  by  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord  !  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  we  turn  the  eye ; 
If  we  survey  the  ground  we  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 

C  M.  Mear. 

God  the  Source  of  all  Things.  —Wallace. 

1  There  's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Shines  on  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  silent  gloom  of  night, 
But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There  's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distil 

Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There  's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean's  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

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4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 
Wherever  space  extends, 
There  God  displays  his  boundless  love, 
And  power  with  mercy  blends. 

334.  C.  M.  xichoi*. 

Love  of  God.  —  G.  Burder. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  to  praise  the  Lord, 

And  raise  our  thoughts  above ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  —  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 
While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
To  show  that  —  God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them  —  God  is  love. 

4  Oh !  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove ; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that  —  God  is  love. 

330.  S.  M.  BoyLton. 

God's  Compassion. — Watts. 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  by  every  breath  ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 
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3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

336.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

The  Wonders  of  Divine  Love.  —  Steele. 

1  Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God, 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 
For  he  is  good  —  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care ; 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  well-beloved  Son, 

To  save  our  souls  from  sin ; 
'T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
And  proves  it  all  divine. 

4  To  this  sure  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

And  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence  —  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

337.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily, 

God  is  Wisdom,  God  is  Love.  —  Bowring. 

1  God  is  love ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 
Bliss  he  wakes  and  woe  he  lightens ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
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2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  : 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

338.  C.  M.  Mear. 

God  over  All.  —  H.  K.  White. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ; 

His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  lives,  he  reigns  in  every  land, 

From  winter's  polar  snows, 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand, 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4  He  smiles,  we  live ;  he  frowns,  we  die ; 

We  hang  upon  his  word  ; 
He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

5  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform ; 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease, 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 
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339.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

God  everywhere.  —  Watts. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

4  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

340.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

God  Almighty  and  Omnipresent.  — Scott. 

1  Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 

Pervades  my  inmost  powers ; 
With  awe  profound  my  wondering  soul 
Falls  prostrate  and  adores. 

2  To  be  encompassed  round  with  God, 

The  holy  and  the  just; 
Armed  with  omnipotence  to  save, 
Or  crumble  me  to  dust — 

3  0,  how  tremendous  is  the  thought ! 

Deep  may  it  be  impressed ; 
And  may  thy  Spirit  firmly  grave 
This  truth  within  my  breast. 
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341.  L.  M.  Brentford. 

Omniscience  of  God.  —  Watts. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

£12.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

Divine  Omniscience.  —  Village  Hymns. 

1  The  eye  of  God  is  everywhere, 

To  watch  the  sinner's  ways ; 
He  sees  who  join  in  humble  prayer, 
And  who  in  solemn  praise. 

2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Can  pierce  and  search  us  through ; 
Nor  heaven,  or  earth,  or  hell  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view. 

3  The  universe,  in  every  part, 

At  once  before  thee  lies ; 
And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 
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THE    SAVIOUR. 

343.  8s.  &  7s.  sicuy. 

Christ,  the  Saviour,  bom.  — Ems.  Coll. 

1  Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus  ! 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free ; 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us ; 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art ; 
Long-desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, — 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, — 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, — 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

344.  S.  M.  i\  in onviuo. 

TJie  Nativity  of  Christ.  —  Watts. 

1  Behold  the  grace  appear — 

The  blessing  promised  long ! 
Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near, 
In  their  triumphant  song  :  — 

2  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good-will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 
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3  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues ; 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs  :  — 

4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good-will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth." 

*S  B»l.  7s.  Nnreiubnrg. 

Song  of  the  Angels.  — \illage  Hymns. 

1  Hark!  —  the  herald  angels  sing, 
11  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

2  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by ; 
Bom,  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

3  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King! " 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing — 

"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

346.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

Repentance  in  Vieto  of  the  Cross.  —  Heginbotham. 

1  And  can  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 

A  weeping  Saviour  see  ? 
Shall  I  not  weep  his  groans  to  hear, 
Who  groaned  and  died  for  me  ? 

2  Blest  Jesus,  let  those  tears  of  thine 

Subdue  each  stubborn  foe ; 
Come,  fill  my  heart  with  love  divine, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  flow. 
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THE  SAVIOUR. 

347.  CM.  Coronation. 

The  Messiah's  Comivg  and  Kingdom.  —  Watts. 

1  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
Eepeat  the  sounding  joy. 

8  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

348.  C.  M.  Marlon. 

The  Advent  of  Christ. —  Doddridge. 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
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4  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

M9.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

The  Example  of  Christ.  —  Watts. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  rny  pattern,  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

330.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Christ  expiring  upon  the  Cross.  —  Stennett. 

1  "  'T  is  finished  ! "  —  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died  : 
'T  is  finished  ! — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'T  is  finished  ! — this  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  deepest  hue  atone, 

And  millions  be  redeemed  from  death 
By  Jesus'  last,  expiring  breath. 
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3  'Tis  finished! — Heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled ; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  'Tis  finished  !  —  let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 
'Tis  finished! — let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


351.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Christ  oh  the  Cross.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Behold  th'  amazing  sight, 

The  Saviour  lifted  high  ; 
Behold  the  Son  of  God's  delight 
Expire  in  agony. 

2  For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 

Were  all  these  sorrows  borne  ? 

Why  did  he  feel  that  painful  smart, 

And  meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

3  For  us  he  hung  and  bled, 

For  us  in  torture  died  ; 
'T  was  love  that  bowed  his  fainting  head, 
And  oped  his  gushing  side. 

4  I  see,  and  I  adore 

In  sympathy  of  love  ; 
I  feel  the  strong,  attractive  power 
To  lift  my  soul  above. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords  as  these, 

Let  all  the  earth  combine, 
With  cheerful  ardor,  to  confess 
The  energy  divine. 
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352.  CM.  Dundee. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God.  —  Psalmist. 

1  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  who  bore 

Thy  guilt  upon  the  tree, 
And  paid  in  blood  the  dreadful  score, 
The  ransom  due  for  thee. 

2  Behold  him  till  the  sight  endears 

The  Saviour  to  thy  heart ; 
His  pierced  feet  bedew  with  tears, 
Nor  from  his  cross  depart. 

3  Behold  him  till  his  dying  love 

Thy  every  thought  control ; 
Its  vast,  constraining  influence  prove 
O'er  body,  spirit,  soul. 

4  Behold  him,  as  the  race  you  run, 

Your  never-failing  Friend ; 
He  will  complete  the  work  begun, 
And  grace  in  glory  end. 

353.  C.  M.  Peterboro' 

The  Saviour's  Charms.  —  Steele. 

1  The  Saviour !  0  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  0 !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ; 
Dear  Saviour !  let  me  call  thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more, 
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354.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Zion. 

"It  is  finished."  —  Francis. 

1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 

See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ! 

"It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished  ! "  O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name ! 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 


355.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Christ  came  to  give  Life.— John.  iii.  16,  17.  —  Watts. 

1  Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  new  melodious  songs  ; 

Come,  render  to  Almighty  grace 

The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  The  hands  of  Jesus  were  not  armed 

With  an  avenging  rod, 
Some  dread  commission  to  perform 
From  an  offended  God. 
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3  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  his  love 

To  guilty,  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son, 
To  give  them  life  again. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come  and  heal  your  wounds, 

And  let  your  tears  be  dry ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 


356.  L-  M.  Duke  Street. 

Salvation  by  Grace  in  Christ.  — Watts. 

1  Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme, 

Be  everlasting  honors  given ; 
He  saves  from  hell,  we  bless  his  name  — 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'T  was  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  doomed  to  die ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known, 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  died ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy ; 
Rising,  he  brought  our  heaven  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 
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357.  8s.  &  7s.  Greenrille. 

The  best  of  Friends.  —Newton. 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end ; 
They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love  ! 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  save  us, 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God ; 
It  was  boundless  love  to  bleed ; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  indeed. 

3  O,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above ; 
When  to  heaven  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

358.  L.  M«.  Park  Street. 

Christ  our  High  Priest  and  King.  —  Watts. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  belowT, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'T  was  he  that  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  richest  blood ; 

'T  is  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 

And  brings  us,  rebels,  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  superior  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confessed. 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 


THE  SAVIOUR. 

359.  C.  M.  Cambridge. 

Salvation.  —  Watts. 

1  Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

360.  L.  M.  Ward. 

Physician  of  Souls.  —  Steele. 

1  Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made ; 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near : 

Look  up,  0  fainting  soul,  and  live ; 
See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give. 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow ; 
'T  is  only  this  dear,  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  woe. 
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301.  C.  M.  Dedkam. 

Christ  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life.  —  Doane. 

1  Jesus,  to  thee,  to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  —  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  for  sin  atone, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  taste, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

362.  L.  M.  lx bridge. 

Divine  Attributes  illustrated  in  the  Death  of  Christ.  — Watts. 

1  Salvation  is  forever  nigh 

The  souls  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heaven; 
By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 

Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heavenly  influence  bless  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  g-enile  reign. 
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363.  C.  M.  Naomi. 

Remembering  Christ. — Noel. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ;  — 

2  O  !  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  wre  owe 
To  him,,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell — 
And  save  from  endless  woe  ? 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed  — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !  " 

4  Remember  thee  !  —  thy  death,  thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  !  — 
O  mem'ry !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 

361.  C.  M.  Mchoi9. 

Praising  the  Lamb.  —  Watts. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus ;" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 
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365.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Trusting  in  the  Blood  of  Christ.  —  Stennett. 

1  How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar  ? 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  mind  ? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries — 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice — 

Nor  infant  blood,  profusely  spilt  — 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

3  The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  alone 
Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone ; 
Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea, 
When  we  approach,  great  God,  to  thee. 


366.  H.  M. 

The  Jubilee.  —  Toplady. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly,  solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And,  blest  in  Jesus,  live : 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c. 
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THK  mvioii: 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near; 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face : 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come,  &c. 

r.  C.  M.  Coronation. 

Coronation.  —  Duncan. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ' 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  -wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
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368.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer.  —  Watts. 

1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  —  0  !  amazing  love  !  — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  0  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 


THE  CROSS. 

59.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Desiring  the  Influence  of  the  Cross.  —  Christian  Melody. 

1  When,  O  my  Saviour,  shall  this  heart 

So  feel  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 
That  from  thy  cross  'twill  ne'er  depart; 
But  live  around  that  hallowed  place  ? 

2  The  brightest  scenes  of  earth  are  dim, 

If  Jesus  be  not  with  me  there ; 
All  worldly  joys,  compared  with  him, 
Seem  vain  as  fleeting  shadows  are. 

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3  O  could  I  live  beneath  his  smile, 

And  lean  upon  his  sacred  breast, 

No  fond  allurement  should  beguile 

A  heart  so  privileged — so  blest. 

4  Come  then,  my  Saviour,  and  constrain 

This  wayward  soul,  nor  let  it  rove ; 
Recall  me  to  thine  arms  again, 

And  bind  me  there  with  cords  of  love. 


370.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Wonders  of  the  Cross.  —  Watts. 

1  Nature  with  open  volume  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad ; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  't  is  fairest  drawn, 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 

Where  grace  and  justice  strangely  join ; 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchased  pleasures  mine. 

4  0  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God,  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died ; 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

5  1  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

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371.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

Salvation  by  the  Cross.  —  Watts. 

1  Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God ! 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, — 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jesus  ! — nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 
Resolved,  —  for  that's  my  last  defence, — 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord !  and  calm  my  fear ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I  'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God, 

And  my  best  honors  to  his  name ! 

372.  H.  M.  Liacher. 

Tfie  Cross  celebrated.  —  Reed. 

1  Ye  saints,  your  music  bring, 

And  swell  the  rapturous  sound  ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross  —  the  cross  alone  — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell; 
Like  lightning  from  his  throne, 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string. 
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3  The  hand  of  wrath  is  stayed, 

In  its  pursuit  of  blood  ; 
The  cross  our  debt  has  paid, 

And  made  our  peace  with  God. 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing,  — 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string. 

4  The  cross  hath  power  to  save 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise ; 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies  : 
Angels  and  saints  its  power  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring. 

t,  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Oliphant. 

Hallowed  Cross.  —  Colver. 

1  Hallowed  cross,  my  God  revealing, 

Hail,  thou  strange,  mysterious  tree ! 
Hallowed  fount  of  love  unsealing  — 
Love  of  infinite  degree  — 

Love  amazing; 
God  incarnate  dies  for  me. 

2  Where  the  sword  of  justice  gleaming, 

Waited  for  the  sinner's  blood, 
Shines  the  cross,  with  mercy  beaming, 
Mercy  from  the  throne  of  God  — 

Bleeding  mercy 
Pours  the  sin-atoning  flood. 

3  Precious  cross  !  my  soul  subduing, 

'Neath  thy  shadow  let  me  hide  ; 
Mind,  and  will,  and  heart  renewing, — 
Banish  all  my  sinful  pride ; 

All  my  glory 
Be  my  Saviour  crucified. 
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374.  S.  M.  Pentonville. 

Joy  at  beholding  the  Cross.  —  Colver. 

1  What  raptures  fill  the  mind, 

When  we  the  cross  can  view ! 
We  hail  thee,  Lord,  as  strangely  kind, 
And  all  our  vows  renew. 

2  Like  showers  of  gentle  rain, 

He  sends  his  Spirit  down  ; 
Our  dying  graces  live  again, 
And  seeds  of  bliss  are  sown. 

3  The  spices  yield  perfume 

When  dews  of  grace  are  given ; 

The  plants  of  grace  are  all  in  bloom, 

And  fragrance  smells  to  heaven. 

4  Dear  Lord,  we  wait  for  thee ; 

Our  spirits  pant  for  God ; 
Permit  us,  Lord,  thy  face  to  see ; 
Come,  shed  thy  love  abroad. 

3#5.  L.  M.  Brentford. 

The  Ofe?ice  of  the  Cross.  —  Colver. 

1  Why  should  the  cross  of  Christ  offend? 

That  cross  is  but  a  glass  divine, 
Where  more  than  rainbow  beauties  blend, 
Where  God's  perfections  meet  and  shine. 

2  Why  is  it  that  the  cross  offends  ? 

True,  it  proclaims  the  guilt  of  sin, — 
A  storm  of  dreadful  wrath  portends, 

But  pours  the  blood  that  makes  us  clean. 

3  Why  should  the  cross  of  Christ  offend  ? 

True,  it  proclaims  our  helplessness ; 
But  points  to  an  almighty  Friend, 

And  speaks  of  free  and  sovereign  grace. 
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4  My  God,  thy  cross  did  once  offend 

My  guilty  heart ;  but  now  no  more  ; 
Subdued  before  the  cross  I  bend, 
And  thy  redeeming  grace  adore. 

>.  8s.  &  7s.  Bavaria. 

Forsaking  all  to  follow  Christ.  — Grant. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be ; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

2  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me ; 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me  ; 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
O,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ! 
O,  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee  ! 

T,  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Viewing  the  Cross.  —  Pratt's  Coll. 

1  Assist  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross, 

Where  all  our  griefs  were  borne ; 
To  look  on  thee  whom  we  have  pierced, 
To  look  on  thee  and  mourn. 

2  While  thus  we  mourn,  we  would  rejoice, 

And,  as  thy  cross  we  see, 
May  each  exclaim,  in  faith  and  hope, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! " 
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378.  C.  M.  Welftrd. 

Gazing  at  the  Cross.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Blest  Jesus,  while  in  mortal  flesh 

I  hold  my  frail  abode, 
Still  would  my  spirit  rest  on  thee, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

2  On  thy  dear  cross  I  fix  my  eyes, 

Then  raise  them  to  thy  seat ; 
Till  love  dissolves  my  inmost  soul, 
At  my  Redeemer's  feet. 

3  Be  dead,  my  heart,  to  worldly  charms ; 

Be  dead  to  every  sin ; 
And  tell  the  boldest  foe  without, 
That  Jesus  reigns  within. 

379.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

Glorying  in  the  Cross.  —  Bowring. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 
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N  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Christ's  Compassion.  —  Beddomb. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep,    - 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering-  angels  see  ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there  's  no  weeping  there. 

I.  Ss.  &  7s.  Wiluiot. 

Rejoicing  be/ore  the  Cross.  —  Robinson. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 

Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I  '11  bathe; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  fully  know. 
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382.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

The  Believer's  Experience  like  Christ's.—  N.  E.  J. 

1  Christ  had  his  sorrows ;  so  must  thou 

Who  treadst  the  path  that  Jesus  trod ; 
O,  then,  like  him,  submissive  bow; 
Adore  the  sovereignty  of  God. 

2  Christ  had  his  joys ;  and  so  hath  he 

Who  feels  the  Spirit  in  his  heart — 
Who  yields,  0  God,  his  all  to  thee, 
And  loves  thy  name  for  what  thou  art. 

3  Christ  had  his  foes ;  and  so,  if  thou 

Shalt  with  him  walk  and  near  him  live, 
The  cruel  world  will  hate  thee  now, 
And  thou  shalt  suffer — and  forgive ! 

4  Christ  had  his  friends ;  and  his  are  thine, 

If  thou  to  him  hast  bowed  the  knee ; 
And  where  those  ransomed  millions  shine 
Shall  thy  eternal  mansion  be. 

L.  M.  Windham. 

Crucifixion  to  the  World.  —  Watts. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord  !  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  —  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
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4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

4.  L.  M.  Dnke  Street. 

Confiding  in  the  Cross.  —  Watts. 

1  No  more, — my  God !  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  —  and  I  must,  and  will  esteem; 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake, 
0  !  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

\5.  C.  M.  Mear 

Praise  to  Christ.  —  Scotch  Coll. 

1  To  him  who  loved  the  souls  of  men, 

And  washed  us  in  his  blood, 
To  royal  honors  raised  our  head, 
And  made  us  priests  to  God, — 

2  To  him  let  every  tongue  be  praise, 

And  every  heart  be  love ; 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth, 
And  nobler  songs  above. 
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386.  L.  M.  Ware. 

The  Cross.  —  Psalmist. 

1  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  glowing  letters,  "  God  is  love ;" 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree ; 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

2  The  cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup ;  — 

3  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love ; 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angel's  theme  in  heaven  above. 

387.  C.  M.  Peterboro*. 

Different  Recepticms  of  the  Cross.  —Watts. 

1  Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme; 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  Tain. 
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V  7s.  Niirniibnrg. 

Christ's  Resurrection.  —  Ct'DWOUTH. 

1  Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day ! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly  ! 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  — 
Th'  battle  's  fought,  the  vict'ry  won  ; 
Lo !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King ; 
Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
Where  's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ? 

>.  7S.  II  on  don. 

The  Resurrection.  —  Collyer. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, — 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay ! 

3  Christian  !  dry  your  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

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390.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicii?. 

Jesus  exalted  to  the  Throne.  —  Bcrder's  Coll. 

1  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 

2  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

4  Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 

Help  to  sing  your  Saviour's  merits, — 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

391.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Glory  and  Grace  in  Christ.  —  Watts. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face,  — 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ! 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  !  —  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name : 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heavens  !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

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4  0 !  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ; 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 


HOLY    SPIRIT. 

392.  C.  M.  Old  Vorthflcld. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit.  —  Watts. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  do  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours, 
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393.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Sanctifying  Influence.  —  Hart. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  all  of  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  Possess  and  rule  our  hearts ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  thee. 

394.  7s.  wiimot. 

Influences  of  the  Spirit.  —  Stocker. 

1  Gracious  Spirit !  Love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
Let  my  guilty  fears  remove ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  word  to  me  ; 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  : 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 


HOLY    SPIRIT. 

/ 

►.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Reviving  Spirit.  —  Pratt's  Coll. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth, 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Revive  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  'T  is  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 

With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed ; 
'T  is  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be, 
That  we,  with  humble,  holy  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 

That  we  are  sons  of  God, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  from  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

>.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Preparation  for  Worship. — Burder's  Coll. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind, 

And  fit  us  to  approach  our  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  our  souls 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
0!  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame; 
Make  us  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  Still  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  us  now  our  Saviour  see ; 
O !  soothe  and  cheer  each  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  our  spirits  rest  in  thee. 
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397.  C.  M.  Nekton. 

Regeneration  by  the  Spirit.  —  Watts. 

1  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given; 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone, 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh ; 
Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 
On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

398.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Invocation  of  the  Spirit.  —  Heginbotham. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  guest, 
And  make  thy  mansion  in  my  breast ; 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  make  thy  constant  dwelling  here ; 
Fill  me  with  hope,  dispel  my  fear ; 

Still  let  thy  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  thee  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  love  and  peace  divine, 
0  make  thy  light  within  me  shine  ! 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  guilt  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

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S.  M.  DofW. 

The  Holy  Spirit  invoked.  —  Beddomb. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor,  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Life,  light,  and  joy  dispense ; 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 

3  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

S.  M.  Olmuiz. 

Dependence  on  the  Spirit.  —  Montgomert. 

1  'T  is  God  the  Spirit  leads 

In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace, 

We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'T  is  he  that  works  to  will ; 

'T  is  he  that  works  to  do ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 
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401.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

The  Necessity  of  renewing  Grace.  —  Mrs.  Steele. 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'T  is  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes ;  — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live ; 
A  beam  of  heaven — a  vital  ray, 
'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  O  !  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


402.  H.  M.  Liacher. 

Pleading  the  Promise  of  the  Spirit.  —  Christian  Psalmist. 

1  O  thou  that  hearest  prayer, 
Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 
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If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  varied  wants  supply: 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

Our  heavenly  Father,  thou  ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
O  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 


403.  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 

The  Outpouri?ig  and  Offices  of  the  Spirit.  —  Cotteril. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  to  our  heart  reveals  ; 
Our  bodies  he  his  temple  makes, 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire, 
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404.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

The  Guidance  of  the  Spirit.  —  Brown. 

1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  to  thy  word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

400.  S.  M.  Pentonville. 

Blest  Comforter  Divine.  —  Cleland's  Hymns. 

1  Blest  Comforter  divine  ! 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amidst  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  "  still  small  voice," 

From  every  sinful  way ; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 
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4  0  fill  thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race ! 
Great  Comforter !  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

7s.  Hondon* 

Prayer  for  Light  and  Sanctification.  —  REXB. 

1  Holy  Ghost  !  with  light  divine 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away ; 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart ; 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine  ! 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne  ; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

7s.  Nurcmburg. 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit.  —  Btoder's  Coll. 

1  Come,  divine  and  peaceful  guest, 
Enter  each  devoted  breast ; 
Hoi)''  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Kindle  there  the  gospel  fire. 

2  Bid  our  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  heavenly  peace ; 
Joy  divine  we  then  shall  prove, 
Light  of  truth  —  and  fire  of  love. 

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408.  C.  M.  Newton. 

Spirit  of  Holiness.  —  S.  F.  Smith. 

1  Spirit  of  holiness,  descend ; 

Thy  people  wait  for  thee ; 
Thine  ear,  in  kind  compassion,  lend ; 
Let  us  thy  mercy  see. 

2  Behold,  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate ; 
0,  bid  thy  light  arise. 

3  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee ; 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone  — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 

4  0,  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God  ; 

Remember  those  we  love  ; 
Fit  them,  on  earth,  for  thine  abode ; 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

5  Spirit  of  holiness,  't  is  thine 

To  hear  our  feeble  prayer ; 
Come, — for  we  wait  thy  power  divine, — 
Let  us  thy  mercy  share. 

409.  C.  M.  Lanesboro'. 

Sovereignty  of  the  Spirit.  —  Beddome. 

1  The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind, 

Blows  when  and  where  he  please ; 
How  happy  are  the  men  who  feel 
The  soul-enlivening  breeze ! 

2  He  moulds  the  carnal  mind  afresh, 

Subdues  the  power  of  sin, 
Transforms  the  heart  of  stone  to  flesh, 
And  plants  his  grace  within. 
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3  He  sheds  abroad  the  Father's  love, 

Applies  redeeming  blood, 
Bids  both  our  guilt  and  fear  remove, 
And  brings  us  home  to  God. 

4  Lord,  fill  each  dead,  benighted  soul 

With  light,  and  life,  and  joy  ; 
None  can  thy  mighty  power  control, 
Or  shall  thy  work  destroy. 


).  L.  M.  Ward. 

Desiring  Sai/ctification.  —  Vestry  Hymns. 

1  Thy  healing  Spirit,  Lord,  impart ; 
.Refine  and  sanctify  my  heart ; 
And  with  reflected  beauty  fair, 
Impress  thy  sacred  image  there. 

2  0  train  me  for  the  seats  of  rest, 
Where,  in  eternal  glory  blest, 
My  soul  shall  see  thy  lovely  face, 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace. 


I.  CM.  Wei  forth 

Tne  Spirit's  Presence  desired. — Reed. 

1  Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

Now  make  this  place  thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power ; 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come ! 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe, 
And  lead  us  in  the  paths  of  life, 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

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THE  TRINITY. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame  ; 
Let  every  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  a  dove,  and  spread  thy  wings, 

The  wings  of  peaceful  love,  — 
And  let  the  church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  the  church  above. 


THE   TRINITY. 

412.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Prayer  to  the  Trinity.  — Pratt's  Coll. 

1  Father  of  heaven  !  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 

To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son  —  incarnate  Word  — 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah!  —  Father,  Spirit,  Son!  — 
Mysterious  Godhead  —  Three  in  One ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

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6s.  &  4s.  America* 

Invocation.  —  Madan'b  Col. 

1  Come,  thou  almighty  King! 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father !  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days ! 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word ! 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness ! 

On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter ! 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 
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THE    SCRIPTURES. 

414.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

Light  and  Glory  of  the  Word.  —  Cowper. 

1  What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  ! 

Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 
It  gives  —  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  iTpon  the  nations  rise ; 
They  rise  —  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

415.  L.  M.  Brentford. 

Excellence  of  the  Scriptures.  —  Watts. 

1  Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord ; 
For  thou  hast  brought  salvation  down, 
And  stored  its  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon ; 
With  deep  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises,  how  large  and  free  ! 

Firm  on  this  ground  our  comfort  stands. 

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4  Should  all  the  schemes  that  men  devise 
Assault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art ; 
I  'd  count  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

5.  C.  M.  Marlow. 

The  Word  of  God.  —  Steele. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast : 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

3  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  0,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

f,  C.  M.  Dundee. 

The  Holy  Scriptures.  —  Watts. 

1  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord ; 
\nd  not  a  gleam  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
In  every  sacred  page. 
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3  Here  is  the  Judge  that  ends  the  strife 

When  human  reasonings  fail ; 

Here  is  the  guide  to  endless  life 

Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  0  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command, 
And  keep  me  in  the  narrow  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

418.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Delight  in  the  Scriptures. — Maxwell's  Coll. 

1  I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God ; 

No  other  can  its  place  supply : 
It  points  me  to  the  saints'  abode, 

And  lifts  my  joyful  thoughts  on  high. 

2  Blest  book !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 

The  image  of  my  absent  Lord  : 
From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  But  while  I  'm  here,  thou  shalt  supply 

His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love  : 
I  '11  read  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  thus  partake  of  ioys  above. 
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419.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Oliphant. 

Truth  spreading.  —  Kelly. 

1  Looif,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking; 

Joytul  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land : 

Day  advances  — 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious  ! 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  power ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world  forevermore  : 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  while  thy  saints  adore. 

420.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Prayer  for  Divine  Aid.  —  Slinn. 

1  Arise,  in  ail  thy  splendor,  Lord ; 
Let  power  attend  thy  gracious  word ; 
Unveil  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  show  the  glories  of  thy  grace. 

2  Send  forth  thy  messengers  of  peace  ; 
Make  Satan's  reign  and  empire  cease  ; 
Let  thy  salvation,  Lord,  be  known, 
That  all  the  world  thy  power  may  own. 

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MISSIONS. 

421.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

Arm  ofthi  Lord,  atcake.  — Burder's  Coll. 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake  !  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nation  shake ! 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come  ; 

O  !  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home ; 
And  let  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesus'  fold. 

3  Almighty  God !  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  clime  of  every  name ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

4L22.  7s.  &  6s.       Missionary  Hynin. 

Missionary  Field.  —  Heber. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  : 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
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.MISSIONS 

Can  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  0  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

7s.  &  6s.  Morning  Light* 

Universal  Hallelujah.  —  Manual  of  Psalmodt. 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 
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434.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  GreenrJUe. 

Prayer  for  those  in  Darkness.  —  Williams. 

1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 

Look,  my  soul  —  be  still,  and  gaze. 
All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 

Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  May  the  glorious  day  approaching 

Thine  eternal  love  proclaim, 
And  the  everlasting  gospel 
Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name 

O'er  the  borders 
Of  the  great  Immanuel's  land. 

435.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Christ's  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles.  —  Watts. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

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MISSIONS. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 

426.  C.  M.  xichois. 

Prayer  for  the  Enlargement  of  tht  Church.  —  Watts. 

1  Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine, 

With  beams  of  heavenly  grace ; 
Reveal  thy  power  through  every  land, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God? 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  ; 

Sing  loud,  with  joyful  voice  ; 
Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

427.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

Consecration  to  the  Work.  —  Select  Hymns. 

1  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 

God's  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  name. 

2  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted  ; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know : 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted ; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

3  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine,  victorious  love. 
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MISSIONS. 

428.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Encouragements.  —  Voke. 

1  Behold  the  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear; 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 

2  Events  with  prophecies  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith,  our  zeal  to  fire : 
The  ripening  fields,  already  white, 
Present  a  harvest  to  our  sight. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow ; 
The  exiled  slave  waits  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

4  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring, 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

429.  L.  M.  Brentford. 

Universal  Reign  of  Christ  on  Earth.  —  Watts. 

1  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey ; 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son ; 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hand ; 
All  heaven  submits  to  his  command ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

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4  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise ; 
Peace  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

>.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Prayer  for  all  Lands.  —  Village  Hymns. 

1  0  God  of  sovereign  grace, 

We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  plead  for  all  the  human  race 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

1 .  7s.  &  6s.  Mendebras. 

The  Light  is  gleaming.  —  Anon. 

1  Behold,  the  light  is  gleaming 

From  distant  lands  afar; 
Ye  see,  by  its  bright  beaming, 

The  risen  morning  Star  : 
Where  once  the  lands  were  shrouded, 

Enwrapped  in  shades  of  night, 
Their  skies  are  now  unclouded, 

Illumed  with  heavenly  light. 

2  Yet  some  are  still  benighted, 

Nor  see  the  truth's  bright  ray ; 
One  gleam,  and  they  are  lighted, 

And  night  is  turned  to  day : 
Then  haste  with  your  commission, 

Ye  messengers  of  flame  ; 
Fly,  fly  to  every  region, 

To  tell  Messiah's  name. 
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433.  7s.  &  6s.  Morning  Light. 

Prayer  for  Missionaries  while  on  their  Voyage.  — "Worcester's  Sel. 

1  Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean; 

And  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  vale  of  woe  : 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  their  destined  shore ; 
That  men  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  deep  shade  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Deliver  them  from  harm ! 
Thy  presence  still  be  with  them 

Wherever  they  may  be ; 
Though  far  from  those  who  love  them, 

Let  them  be  nigh  to  thee. 

433.  lis.  &  10s.    Hail  to  the  Brightness. 

Dawn  of  the  Millennium.  —  S.  Songs. 

1  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning ; 

Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain ; 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning; 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning; 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along ; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing, 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure  and  mingle  in  song. 
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MISSIONS. 

See  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the  ocean, 
Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high ; 

Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion ; 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

54.  C.  M.  Mear. 

Spread  of  the  Gospel.  —  Gibbons. 

1  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  richer  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel  rays  ; 
And  build,  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

55.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

Christ  Victorious.  —  Hymns  of  Zion. 

1  Zion's  King  shall  reign  victorious; 

All  the  earth  shall  own  his  sway ; 
His  dominion  shall  be  glorious, 
Nor  shall  ever  pass  away. 

2  Mighty  King,  thy  love  revealing, 

Now  thy  holy  cause  maintain ; 

Bring  the  nations,  humbly  kneeling, 

Now  to  own  thy  blessed  reign. 

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436.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Thy  Kingdom  come.  —  Matt.  vi.  10.  —  Bbddomb. 

1  Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known,  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face ; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  O,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name ; 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

437.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

Diffusion  of  the  Gospel.  — Wardlaw's  Coll. 

1  0  Lord,  our  God,  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain, 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  Life,  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease ; 
Far  spread  the  conquest  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  arise, 

Extend  thy  healing  wing ; 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  Let  all  on  earth  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing ; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 
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MISSIONS. 

H.  M.  Lenox. 

Blessings  on  Zion.  —  Doddridge. 

0  Zion,  tune  thy  voice, 

And  lift  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 

And  shout  salvation  nigh ; 
Cheerful  in  God,  arise  and  shine, 
While  all  abroad  stream  rays  divine. 

He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head. 
The  nations  round  thy  form  shall  view, 
Divinely  crowned  with  lustre  new. 

In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright : 
Pursue  his  praise  till  sovereign  love 
Thy  glory  raise,  in  worlds  above. 

H.  M.  Liacher. 

Christian  Effort.  —  Pratt's  Coll. 

Rise,  gracious  God  !  and  shine 

In  all  thy  saving  might, 
And  prosper  each  design 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light : 
Let  healing  streams  of  mercy  flow, 
That  all  the  earth  thy  truth  may  know. 

Put  forth  thy  glorious  power ! 

The  nations  then  will  see, 
And  earth  present  her  store, 

In  converts  born  of  thee : 
God,  our  own  God,  his  church  will  bless, 
And  earth  shall  yield  her  full  increase. 
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MISSIONS. 

440.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

The  Time  to  favor  Zion.  —  Social  Hymns. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power ; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour ; 

Bid  the  bright  morning-star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains ; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known, 
And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

3  Speak — and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice ; 
Speak  —  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

441.  7s.  &  6s.        Missionary  Hymn. 

TJie  Gospel  Banner.  —  Hastings. 

1  Now  be  the  gospel  banner, 

In  every  land,  unfurled ; 
And  be  the  shout  "  Hosanna  ! " 

Re-echoed  through  the  world ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What  though  the  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 
His  arm,  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine : 
Ride  on,  0  Lord !  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, — 

Thy  empire  still  increase. 
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3  Yes  —  thou  shait  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise  ; 
While  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

I.  L.  M.  Vx bridge. 

Departure  of  Missionaries.  —  Winchell's  Sop. 

1  Ye  Christian  heroes,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He  '11  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire  ; 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus,  Lord  of  all. 

S,  8s.  &  7s.  Mount  Vernon. 

The  Heathen  crying  for  Help.  —  Cawood. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ? 
'T  is  the  cry  of  heathen  nations, — 
"  Come  and  help  us  or  we  die  ! " 

2  Hear  the  heathen's  sad  complaining ; 

Christians !  hear  their  dying  cry ; 
And  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 
Haste  to  help  them,  ere  they  die. 
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MISSIONS. 

444.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

The  Heathen  rejoicing.  —  Tappan. 

1  Hark  !  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the  strain 

Of  joy  and  praise  ascending  high; 
The  song  of  Zion  cheers  the  plain ; 

The  desert  breathes  the  contrite's  sigh. 

2  Now  true  religion  rears  her  throne 

Where  superstition  darkly  trod ; 
And,  where  his  altar  was  unknown, 
Unnumbered  temples  rise  to  God. 

3  Raise  your  glad  songs,  ye  choirs,  on  high : 

Salvation  to  the  heathen  flows ! 
Let  anthems  roll  along  the  sky : 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose. 


415. 


On  the  Death  of  a  Missionary.  —  S.  Songs. 

Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 

To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky ; 
Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends 

With  the  worshipping  chorus  on  high ; 
Weep  not  for  the  spirit  now  crowned 

With  the  garlands  to  martyrdom  given; 
0  weep  not  for  him,  he  has  found 

His  reward  and  his  refuge  in  heaven. 

But  weep  for  their  sorrows  who  stand 

And  lament  o'er  the  dead  by  his  grave ; 
Who  sigh  when  they  muse  on  the  land 

Of  their  home  far  away  o'er  the  wave  : 
And  weep  for  the  nations  that  dwell 

Where  the  light  of  the  truth  never  shone 
Where  anthems  of  peace  never  swell, 

And  the  love  of  the  Lord  is  unknown. 
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7s.  &  6s.  Morning  Light. 

Morning  Light  is  breaking.  —  S.  F.  Smith. 

1  The  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 

The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answer  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing,  — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation. 

Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home, 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 
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447.  8s.  &  7s.  Greenville. 

Heathen  calling  for  Help.  —  Anon. 

1  Hark!  a  distant  voice  is  calling; 

Mournfully  it  meets  the  ear ; 
Louder  still  those  accents  falling, 
Fill  each  heart  with  thoughtful  fear ; 

Let  us  listen,  — 
Now  the  cry  of  grief  is  near. 

2  'T  is  the  groan  of  spirits  dying ; 

Lost  in  sin's  dark  night  they  stray ; 
'T  is  the  call  of  thousands  crying, 
"  Ye  who  know  the  living  way, 

Come  and  guide  us 
To  the  land  of  perfect  day." 

3  We  would  help  them,  0  our  Father ! 

Thou  hast  bid  us  freely  give  ; 
Wilt  thou  not  these  wanderers  gather  ? 
Shall  not  dying  sinners  live  ? 

Hear  our  pleading, 
And  our  past  neglect  forgive. 

4  Let  us  send  to  every  nation 

News  of  light  and  life  divine ; 

And  to  spread  thy  great  salvation, 

Freely  all  our  powers  resign  ; 

Take  the  first  fruits, 
Then  our  lives  shall  all  be  thine. 

448.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

On  receiving  favorable  Intelligence.  —  Winchell's  Sup. 

1  Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  joy, 

Thy  mercies  all  our  souls  employ ; 

And  to  thy  name,  thy  grace,  we  raise 

Our  grateful  songs,  our  loudest  praise. 

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2  Still  shall  our  distant  brethren  share 
Our  cordial  love,  our  fervent  prayer ; 
Lord,  with  thy  choicest  mercies  bless, 
And  crown  their  mission  with  success. 

3  O  may  thy  glory  rise,  and  smile 
On  every  distant  heathen  isle  : 
Let  Satan  and  his  kingdom  fall, 
And  Jesus  Christ  be  all  in  all. 


449.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Ordination  and  Departure  of  Missionaries.  —  Vokb. 

1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace 
To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

5  We  wish  you,  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success, 
Assured  that  he  who  sends  you  forth 
Will  your  endeavors  bless. 
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MISSIONS. 

450.  7s.  \iircmburg. 

Christ's  Reign  upon  Earth.  —  Spirit  of  the  Psalms. 

1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Highest  kings  his  power  shall  own  ; 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore ; 
Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign. 

451.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

The  dark  World  enlightened.  —  Ukwick's  Coll. 

1  0  thou  Sun  of  glorious  splendor, 

Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing ; 
Chase  away  these  shades  of  darkness, 
Holy  light  and  comfort  bring. 

2  Take  thy  power,  almighty  Saviour ; 

Claim  the  nations  for  thine  own ; 
Reign,  thou  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 
Till  each  heart  becomes  thy  throne. 

453.  6s.  &  4s.  America. 

Encouragement  to  Missionaries.  —  Village  Hymns. 

1  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad ; 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world : 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 
Satan  is  hurled. 
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MISSIONS. 

2  Speed  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 

Bids  us  to  fly  : 
They  who  his  message  bear 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear ; 
He  will  their  friend  appear  ; 

He  will  be  nigh. 

3  When  on  the  mighty  deep 
He  will  their  spirits  keep, 

Stayed  on  his  word  ; 
When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand, — 

Jesus,  their  Lord. 

4  Ye  who,  forsaking  all 

At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign  — 
Soon  will  your  work  be  done ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 

>.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Oliphant. 

The  Missionary's  Fareicell.  — S.  F.  Smith. 

1  Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ; 

All  thy  scenes.  I  love  them  well : 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  1  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home,  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely — 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell : 
Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee  : 
Can  I,  can  I  say,  "  Farewell  ?" 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
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3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell ; 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly — 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well : 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  : 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell! 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor ; 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died  —  the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell : 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell : 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell : 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land,  farewell,  farewell ! 
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I .  C.  M.  Dedham. 

The  Young  exhorted. —  Doddridge. 

1  Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul  that  longs  to  seek  his  face, 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  his  grace 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 


l»>f>.  7s.  &  6s.        Missionary  Hymn. 

Remember  thy  Creator.  — S.  F.  Smith. 

1  Remember  thy  Creator 

While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night; 
While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 


SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust, 
Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature, 

And  dust  returns  to  dust ; 
Before  with  God,  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear, 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

"  Thy  great  Creator  fear." 

456.  C.  M.  Welford. 

Instruction  of  Youth.  —  Strapham. 

1  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve 
When  they  are  taught  to  fear  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

2  Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 

To  guide  untutored  youth  ; 
To  lead  the  mind,  that  went  astray, 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 

3  Almighty  (jod,  thy  influence  shed, 

And  prosper  our  design  ; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread ; 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 

457.  C.  M.  Dowiu. 

Lasting  Pleasures.  —  Taylor. 

1  Come,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 

And  think  that  we  must  die ; 
What  are  our  best  delights  on  earth, 
Compared  with  those  on  high ! 

2  Our  pleasures  here  will  soon  be  past — 

Our  brightest  joys  decay ; 
But  pleasures  there  forever  last, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

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3.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

The  Teacher's  Prayer  for  Grace.  —  Howe's  Hymns. 

1  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  we  earnest  pray, 

Let  grace  to  us  be  given, 
To  point  our  rising  charge  the  way 
To  happiness  and  heaven. 

2  0,  that  with  wisdom  from  above 

Our  minds  may  be  imbued  ; 
With  patience,  tenderness,  and  love, 
And  zeal  in  doingrgood. 

3  The  Saviour's  mind  may  we  possess, 

And  in  his  strength  be  strong; 
Through  disappointment  and  success 
Pass  steadily  along. 

4  And  in  that  day  when  worlds  shall  stand 

Before  thy  judgment  throne, 
Smile,  Saviour,  on  this  youthful  band, 
And  claim  them  for  thine  own. 

)•  7s.  Hcmioii* 

Prayer  for  Help. — J.  M.  Hewes. 

1  Holy  Lord,  lend  now  thine  ear, 

While  our  grateful  song  we  raise; 
May  devotion,  pure,  sincere, 
Mingle  with  our  notes  of  praise. 

2  Help  us  at  this  sacred  hour ; 

Send  the  cares  of  earth  away ; 
May  we  feel  thy  Spirit's  power 
While  we  chant  our  solemn  lay. 

3  Fill  our  hearts  with  holy  fear, 

While  we  feel  thy  presence  nigh ; 
Let  contrition's  gentle  tear 
Moisten  every  youthful  eye. 
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SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

4  As  we  learn  thy  blessed  truth, 
May  we  feel  its  power  within, 
Guiding  us, — weak,  wayward  youth, 
Saving  from  the  paths  of  sin. 

460.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Wise  Reflections.  —  S.  S.  Hymn  Book. 

1  Why  should  we  spend  our  youthful  days 

In  folly  and  in  sin  ? 
When  wisdom  shows  her  pleasant  ways, 
And  bids  us  walk  therein. 

2  Folly  and  sin  our  peace  destroy ; 

They  glitter,  then  are  past ; 
They  yield  a  moment's  fleeting  joy, 
And  end  in  death  at  last. 

3  But  if  true  wisdom  we  possess, 

Our  joys  shall  never  cease ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

4  O  may  we  now,  in  youthful  days, 

Attend  to  wisdom's  voice  ; 
And  make  her  holy,  happy  ways 
Our  own  delightful  choice. 

46 1  •  7s.  Nurembnrg. 

Sabbath  Reflections. 

1  Soon  will  set  the  Sabbath  sun ; 
Soon  the  sacred  day  be  done ; 
But  a  sweeter  rest  remains, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 

2  Pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  chime, 
Borne  upon  the  breeze  sublime  ; 
Kind  our  teachers  are  to-day, — 
In  the  school  we  love  to  stay. 

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3  But  a  music  sweeter  far, 
Breathes  where  angel  spirits  are ; 
Higher  far  than  earthly  strains, 
Where  the  rest  of  God  remains. 

4  Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell 
Where  immortal  praises  swell ; 
And  can  ever  children  go 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow  ? 

5  Yes,  that  rest  our  own  may  be,  — 
All  the  good  shall  Jesus  see ; 

For  the  good  a  rest  remains, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 

I.  8s.  7s.   &  4s.  Greenrille. 

Children  exhorted.  — Union  Minstrel. 

1  Sinners,  hear  the  melting  story 

Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain ; 
'T  is  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory ; 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain  ? 

0  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 

2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 

So  displeasing  in  his  sight ; 

Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy, 

They  alone  are  his  delight ; 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive ; 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing, 
On  his  precious  name  believe ; 

He  is  waiting; 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
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SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

463.  S.  M.  Pentonville. 

The  Guide  of  Youth. 

1  From  earliest  dawn  of  life, 

Thy  goodness  we  have  shared ; 
And  still  we  live  to  sing  thy  praise, 
By  sovereign  mercy  spared. 

2  To  learn  and  do  thy  will, 

O  Lord,  our  hearts  incline ; 
And  o'er  the  path  of  future  life 
Command  thy  light  to  shine. 

3  While  taught  thy  word  of  truth, 

May  we  that  word  receive  ; 
And  when  we  hear  of  Jesus'  name, 
In  that  blest  name  believe. 

4  O  let  us  never  tread 

The  broad,  destructive  road ; 
But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 
To  glory  and  to  God. 

464.  S.  M.  oimutz. 

The  Kingdom  of  God  is  loilhin. 

1  Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  come ; 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  find 
A  calm  abode,  a  peaceful  home, 
A  temple  in  our  mind. 

2  In  us  reveal  thy  laws, 

And  teach  us  all  thy  will ; 
That  we,  devoted  to  thy  cause, 
Thy  pleasure  may  fulfil. 

3  Let  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

Be  fully,  freely  given, 
And  may  our  youthful  hearts  improve 
Till  we  are  fit  for  heaven. 
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465.  8s.  &  7s. 

Sabbath  Welcome. 

1  Welcome,  welcome,  quiet  morning; 

Welcome  is  this  holy  Jay ; 
Now  the  Sabbath  morn,  returning, 
Says  a  week  has  passed  away. 

2  Let  me  think  how  time  is  passing : 

Soon  the  longest  life  departs ; 
Nothing  human  is  abiding, 

Save  the  love  of  humble  hearts. 

3  Father,  now  one  prayer  I  raise  thee : 

Give  an  humble,  grateful  heart; 
Never  let  me  cease  to  praise  thee, — 
Never  from  thy  fear  depart. 


Sicily. 


406.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

1  Father,  we  come  with  filial  fear 

To  seek  a  blessing  from  thy  throne  ; 
Our  supplications  kindly  hear, 

Our  humble  songs  be  pleased  to  own. 

2  While  here,  direct  our  thoughts  aright ; 

Let  heavenly  truth  our  minds  impress; 
When  in  thy  temple  we  unite, 

The  hour  of  worship  deign  to  bless. 

3  Through  all  this  day  of  sacred  rest 

Thy  holy  presence  we  implore  ; 
Let  no  vain  care  our  peace  molest; 
Our  feet  from  sinful  ways  restore. 

4  Forgive  our  sins ;  our  follies  hide  ; 

Subdue  our  hearts  thy  name  to  love ; 
On  earth  our  wand'ring  footsteps  guide, 
And  bring  us  to  thy  courts  above. 
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467.  C.  M.  Dnndee. 

Children's  Prayer  to  God. 

1  Lord,  we  address  thy  heavenly  throne ; 

Call  us,  poor  children,  thine ; 

0  !  hear  us  when  we  pray  to  thee, 
And  form  our  hearts  divine. 

2  Give  us  an  humble,  active  mind, 

From  sloth  and  folly  free  : 
Give  us  a  cheerful  heart,  inclined 
To  truth  and  piety. 

3  A  faithful  memory  bestow ; 

With  useful  learning  store  ; 
And  still,  O  Lord,  as  more  we  know, 
May  we  obey  thee  more. 

468.  7s.  Nuremlmrg. 

Leaving  School for  Church.  —  Boylston  Coll. 

1  To  thy  temple  I  repair ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there ; 
Abba  !  Father !  give  me  grace 
In  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face. 

2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue ; 
While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend. 

3  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe. 

4  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

11 1  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

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SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

469.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Art  thou  mi/  Father  ? 

1  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 

I,  a  poor  child,  and  thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky. 

2  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee ; 

And  try,  in  word,  and  deed,  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought. 

3  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  I  '11  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  Friend ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 
Whatever  seemeth  good  to  thee. 

4  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  then  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down,  and  take  me  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. 

47®.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Early  Piety.  —Logan. 

1  How  happy  is  the  child  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  Wisdom  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

3  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 


SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

4^7  J.  7s.  &  6s.  Mendebrag. 

Remember  thy  Creator.  —  Anon. 

1  O  come  in  life's  gay  morning, 

Ere  in  thy  sunny  way 
The  flowers  of  hope  have  withered, 

And  sorrow  ends  thy  day ; 
Come  while  from  joy's  bright  fountain 

The  streams  of  pleasure  flow ; 
Come,  ere  thy  buoyant  spirits 

Have  felt  the  blight  of  woe. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator 

Now  in  thy  youthful  days, 
And  he  will  guide  thy  footsteps 

Through  life's  uncertain  maze. 
Eemember  thy  Creator, 

He  calls  in  tones  of  love, 
And  offers  deathless  glories 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 

3  And  in  the  hour  of  sadness, 

When  earthly  joys  depart, 
His  love  shall  be  thy  solace, 

And  cheer  thy  drooping  heart : 
And  when  life's  storm  is  over, 

And  thou  from  earth  art  free, 
Thy  God  will  be  thy  portion 

Throughout  eternity. 

472.  8s.  &  7s.  Greenvill* 

Supplication. 

1  Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 
O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  know  no  help  but  thee : 
Still  possessing  every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 
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Saviour !  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us ; 

All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know ; 
Thou  didst  tread  the  world  before  us, 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe ; 
Lone  and  dreary,  weak  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  thou  didst  go ! 

Spirit  of  our  God,  descending, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy ; 

Love  with  kind  affection  blending, — 
Pleasures  time  can  never  cloy. 

Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  shall  our  peace  destroy. 


5.  8s.  &  7s.  Silver  Lake. 

Christ' 8  Blessing  sought. 

1  Holy  Saviour,  thou  hast  told  us, 

When  we  meet  to  hear  of  thee, 
With  thy  love  thou  wilt  behold  us, 
And  amongst  us  thou  wilt  be. 

2  Lord  of  hosts,  to  seek  thy  blessing 

We  are  gathered  here  to-day ; 
Help  us,  all  our  sins  confessing, 
Saviour,  teach  thy  flock  to  pray. 

3  May  the  words  we  hear  direct  us 

How  to  learn  and  do  thy  will ; 
May  thy  Spirit's  aid  protect  us, 
And  with  faith  our  bosoms  fill. 

4  And  when  death  dissolves  the  union, 

Which  to  us  on  earth  is  given, 
May  we  spend,  in  blest  communion, 
An  eternity  in  heaven 
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474.  L.  M.  Ward. 

We  are  but  young. 

1  We  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide ; 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide : 

O  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

3  We  are  but  young — yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumbered  blessings  on  our  head ; 
Then  let  our  youth  in  riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

4  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die ; 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh ; 
Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place. 

475.  S.  M.  oimutz. 

"  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray." 

1  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 

And  give  us  hearts  to  ask ; 
Or  all  we  think  or  do  or  say 
Will  be  a  useless  task. 

2  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 

Our  bosoms  to  inspire  ; 
Then  shall  our  praise  to  thee  ascend 
With  pure  and  warm  desire. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Present  our  prayers  above  ; 
And  spread  abroad,  o'er  all  thou  see'st, 
The  mantle  of  thy  love. 

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6.  7s.  &  6s.  Morning  Light. 

Anniversary  Hymn. 

1  We  come,  0  God,  with  gladness, 

Our  humble  thanks  to  bring  ; 
With  hearts  yet  free  from  sadness, 

Our  hymns  of  praise  we  sing : 
Along  our  path  are  glowing 

The  tokens  of  thy  love ; 
Like  streams  of  bounty  flowing, 

Thy  mercies  from  above. 

2  Here,  then,  in  childhood's  morning, 

Our  hymns  to  thee  we  raise ; 
Thy  love,  our  lives  adorning, 

Shall  fill  our  hearts  with  praise. 
Thy  will  henceforth,  forever, 

Shall  be  our  only  guide  ; 
From  duty  may  we  never, 

O,  never,  turn  aside  ! 

T.  8s.  &  7s.  Silver  Lake. 

Rural  Celebration. 

1  Here  we  meet  with  joy  together, 

'Neath  the  shade  of  leafy  trees, 
While  the  branches  make  sweet  music 
Rustling  in  the  summer  breeze. 

2  Filled  with  love,  each  heart  rejoices, 

Breathing  forth  the  secret  prayer ; 
While  young  children's  sweet-toned  voices 
Float  upon  the  balmy  air. 

3  Hour  of  gladness,  scene  of  beauty  ! 

Radiant  all  around,  above  ; 
Speaking  to  the  soul  of  duty, 

Hope,  and  faith,  and  heavenly  love. 
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4  Every  bosom  beats  with  gladness  ; 

Brightly  beams  each  glancing  eye ; 
Banish  gloomy  care  and  sadness, 
As  the  hours  roll  gaily  by. 

5  Day  of  happiness  and  pleasure, 

Ne'er  wilt  thou  forgotten  be  ! 
But  'mid  memory's  choicest  treasure, 
We  will  guard  and  cherish  thee. 


478.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Death  of  a  Teacher.—  E.  Bradford. 

1  In  vain  we  wait  his  presence  now ; 

He  comes  not  to  his  wonted  seat ; 
No  more  with  us  in  prayer  he  '11  bow, 
Or  join  our  tuneful  numbers  sweet. 

2  No  more  his  youthful  charge  he  '11  lead 

Along  the  straight  and  narrow  way ; 
Urge  them  true  wisdom's  voice  to  heed, 
And  seek  their  God  without  delay. 

3  For  him  in  vain  his  class  will  seek, — 

His  empty  seat  but  mocks  their  gaze ; 
He  will  not  come  from  his  long  sleep 
Till  God's  last  trump  his  dust  shall  raise. 

4  But  though  from  these  loved  scenes  withdrawn, 

And  from  the  earthly  Sabbath's  light, 
We  trust  his  spirit  hails  the  dawn 
Of  heaven's  eternal  Sabbath  bright. 

5  Thus,  one  by  one,  we  all  shall  go, 

And  leave  our  places  vacant  here ; 
But  in  the  better  land,  we  know 
They  never  shed  the  parting  tear. 
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479.  C.  M.  Bnllermn. 

Death  of  a  Scholar. 

1  Death  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 

A  brother  from  our  side  ; 

Just  in  the  morning  of  his  day, 

As  young  as  we,  he  died. 

2  We  cannot  tell  who  next  may  fall 

Beneath  thy  chastening  rod ; 
One  must  be  first,  but  let  us  all 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 

3  All  needful  strength  is  thine  to  give ; 

To  thee  our  souls  apply 
For  grace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 

4  Then  to  thy  wisdom  and  thy  care 

We  would  resign  our  days ; 
Content  to  live  and  serve  thee  here, 
Or  die  and  sing  thy  praise. 

480.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

The  Gentle  Shepherd.  —  Doddridgk. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 

With  all-engaging  charms  ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear  ; 

Ye  children  seek  his  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 
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481.  C  M.  Newton. 

Importance  of  the  Bible  to  the  Young.  —Watts. 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

482.  S.  M.  BoyUton. 

Saviour,  hear  our  Prayer.  —  J.  M.  Hbwbs. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer,  — 

We  bow  before  thy  throne ; 

0  may  we  find  acceptance  there, 

And  peace  before  unknown. 

2  Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, — 

0  turn  not  thou  away ; 
For  in  temptation's  fearful  hour 
Thou  art  our  only  stay. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, — 

No  other  power  but  thine 
Can  fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  joy, 
With  rays  of  light  divine. 

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4  Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, — 
On  thee  alone  we  call ; 
0  keep  our  feet  in  wisdom's  way, 
That  we  may  never  fall. 

t.  7s.  &  6s.  Morning  Light. 

'•  The  Scrap/is  bright  are  hovering." 

1  The  seraphs  bright  are  hovering 

Around  the  throne  above ; 
Their  harps  are  ever  tuning 

To  thrilling  tones  of  love. 
Or  through  the  azure  soaring, 

Or  poised  on  snowy  wing, 
With  glowing  hearts  adoring, 

Sweet  choral  notes  they  sing. 

2  From  earth  is  daily  rising 

A  rich,  harmonious  song, 
From  sunny,  perfumed  flowers 

By  breezes  borne  along. 
From  hills  in  sunlight  glittering, 

From  smooth,  deep  emerald  seas, 
A  cloud  of  praise  is  rising, 

Like  incense  on  the  breeze. 

3  And  childhood's  voice  is  chanting 

A  full,  harmonious  song; 
When  morning  light  is  breaking, 

Or  evening  sweeps  along. 
For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Would  their  hosannas  raise. 
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SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

484.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Greenville. 

Close  of  School. 

1  Now  is  done  the  time  of  teaching; 

Ended  is  the  hour  we  love  ; 
Still  the  voice  of  friends  beseeching 
Bids  us  seek  the  joys  above, — 

Precious  Sabbaths ! 
Swiftly,  0  they  swiftly  move  ! 

2  Wake,  then,  every  tender  feeling, 

Ere  from  school  we  go  away ; 

Saviour,  come,  thy  grace  revealing, 

Every  troubled  thought  allay ; 

Make  us  holy, 
On  the  sacred  Sabbath  day. 

3  Soon  our  Sabbaths  will  be  ended, 

All  our  Sabbath-schools  be  past, 
Like  the  leaf,  to  earth  descended, 
Withered  in  the  autumn  blast ; 

Life  is  passing, — 
We  must  see  the  grave  at  last. 

4  Then  may  heaven  be  beaming  o'er  us, 

With  its  sunny  glories  bright ; 

And  with  millions,  saved  before  us, 

May  we  join  in  worlds  of  light, 

Praising  Jesus, 
Where  the  Sabbath  knows  no  night. 

485.  8s.  &  7s.  Silver  Lake 

Hark  !  the  Sabbath  Bells. 

1  Hark  !  the  Sabbath  bells  are  ringing ! 
Let  us  haste  without  delay  ; 
Prayers  of  thousands  now  are  winging 
Up  to  heaven  their  silent  way. 
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2  'T  is  an  hour  of  happy  greeting, 

When  we  meet  for  praise  and  prayer ; 
But  the  hour  is  short  and  fleeting; 
Let  us,  then,  be  early  there. 

3  Do  not  keep  our  teachers  waiting, 

While  you  tarry  by  the  way ; 
Nor  disturb  the  school  reciting; 
'T  is  the  holy  Sabbath  day. 

4  Children,  haste ;  the  bells  are  ringing, 

And  the  morning 's  bright  and  fair ; 
Thousands  now  are  joined  in  singing ; 
Thousands,  too,  in  solemn  prayer. 

5.  L.  M.  Ward. 

Welcome  to  (he  Sabbath. 

1  I  love  to  have  the  Sabbath  come ; 
I  love  to  rise  and  quit  my  home, 
And  haste  to  school  with  cheerful  air, 
To  meet  my  friends  and  teachers  there. 

2  'T  is  here  I  'm  always  taught  to  pray 
That  God  would  bless  me  day  by  day ; 
And  safely  guard  and  guide  me  still, 
And  ever  help  to  do  his  will. 

3  'T  is  here  I  sing  a  Saviour's  love, 

That  brought  him  from  his  throne  above ; 
'T  is  here  I  seek  my  Father's  face ; 
'T  is  here  I  learn  each  Christian  grace. 

4  This  day  be  given  to  God  alone ; 
He  claims  the  Sabbath  as  his  own ; 
0  may  we  all  the  time  improve, 
To  grow  in  wisdom  and  in  love. 

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487.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Zion. 

Tfie  Song  of  Children.  —  Mrs.  T.  P.  S. 

1  Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children 

By  the  Saviour  when  on  earth ; 
Joyful  in  the  sacred  temple 

Shouts  of  youthful  praise  had  birth, 

And  hosannas 
Loud  to  David's  Son  broke  forth. 

2  Palms  of  victory  strewn  around  him, 

Garments  spread  beneath  his  feet, 
Prophet  of  the  Lord  they  crowned  him, 
In  fair  Salem's  crowded  street ; 

While  hosannas 
From  the  lips  of  children  greet. 

3  Blessed  Saviour,  now  triumphant, 

Glorified  and  throned  on  high, 
Mortal  lays  from  man  or  infant, 
Vain  to  tell  thy  praises  try ; 

But  hosannas 
Swell  the  chorus  of  the  sky. 

4  God  o'er  all  in  heaven  reigning, 

We  this  day  thy  glory  sing; 
Not  with  palms  thy  pathway  strewing; 
We  would  loftier  tribute  bring — 

Glad  hosannas 
To  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  0,  though  humble  is  our  offering, 

Deign  accept  our  grateful  lays; 
These  from  children  once  proceeding, 
Thou  didst  deem  "  perfected  praise." 

Now  hosannas, 
Saviour,  Lord,  to  thee  we  raise. 


OCCASIONAL 


MATERNAL  MEETINGS. 

488.  C.  M.  Lanesboro' 

Prayer  for  Children's  Conversion.  —  Mother's  Hymn  Book 

1  0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 

A  needy,  sinful  band  ; 
As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'T  is  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 

The  offspring  thou  hast  given  ; 
Where  shall  we  go,  in  time  of  need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heaven  ? 

3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame, 

Amid  the  worldly  strife  ; 
But,  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  crave  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace, 

To  make  them  pure  in  heart ; 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

489.  C.   M.  Dundee. 

Parental  Solicitude.  —  Esther  viii.  6.  —  Christian  Psalmist. 

1  How  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord, 
Thou  hast  in  mercy  given, 
Remain  regardless  of  thy  word, 
Without  a  hope  of  heaven  ^ 

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2  How  can  we  see  them  tread  the  path 

That  leads  to  endless  death ; 

Thus  adding  to  thy  fearful  wrath, 

With  every  moment's  breath  ? 

3  Lord,  hear  the  parents'  earnest  cry, 

And  save  our  children  dear ; 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
And  fill  them  with  thy  fear. 

4  Oh,  make  them  love  thy  holy  law, 

And  joyful  walk  therein : 
Their  hearts  to  new  obedience  draw; 
Save  them  from  every  sin. 

490.  C.  M.  Welford. 

Prayer  for  Children.  —  Mother's  Hymn  Book. 

1  Within  these  quiet  walls,  O  Lord, 

A  fond  maternal  band 
Have  met,  thy  goodness  to  record, 
And  seek  thy  guiding  hand. 

2  Oft  when  we  talk,  our  burning  hearts 

Break  from  the  earth  away ; 
While  faith  its  holy  strength  imparts, 
And  hope  its  heavenly  ray. 

3  If  e'er  a  mother's  prayerful  strain 

Hath  gained  thy  listening  ear, 
0 !  Saviour,  now  in  mercy  deign 
Our  ardent  cry  to  hear. 

4  'Tis  for  our  children,  Lord,  we  plead, — 

Dear  objects  of  our  care  : 
Dangers  on  every  side  are  spread ; 
Save  them  from  every  snare. 

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SHORTNESS  OF  TIME. 


491.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Time  is  short.  — Hoskins. 

1  The  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 

When  death  will  us  remove, 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  The  time  is  short !  let  us  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 

3  The  time  is  short !  0  let  us  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints  rejoice  — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come  : 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

493.  C.  M  Dundee. 

Earth  receding.  —  M.S. 

1  Earth's  stormy  night  will  soon  be  o'er ; 

The  racing  wind  shall  cease  ; 
The  Christian's  bark  will  reach  the  shore 
Of  heaven's  eternal  peace. 

2  E'en  now  the  distant  rays  appear, 

To  chase  the  gloom  of  night ; 
The  Sun  of  Eighteousness  is  near, 
And  terrors  take  their  flight. 
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SHORTNESS  OF  TIME. 

493.  L.  M.  Ware. 

Eternity. — Freeman's  Sel. 

1  Eternity  is  just  at  hand ! 

And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand. 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  wo,  or  endless  bliss ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind ! 

They  're  gone !  but  where  ? — ah,  pause  and  see ! 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner !  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 

Has  death  no  warning  sound  for  thee  ? 

0  turn,  and  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

494.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Life  but  a  Vapor.  —  Hymns  of  Zion. 

1  Life  but  a  fleeting  vapor  is ; 

How  soon  its  dreams  are  past ! 
However  bright  its  scenes  of  bliss, 
We  feel  they  cannot  last. 

2  Time  hasteth,  as  a  post,  away, 

Or,  like  an  arrow,  flies ; 
The  flower  that  brightly  blooms  to-day, 
To-morrow  droops  and  dies  ! 

3  Yet,  gracious  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  constant  favors  share  ; 
And  blessings,  in  thy  truth  and  grace, 
Thou  ever  dost  prepare. 
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SHORTNESS  OF  TIME. 

4  In  all  thy  doings  thou  art  good, 
And  all  thy  ways  are  love ; 
Thou  sheddest  on  our  pilgrim-road 
The  day-spring  from  above. 

495.  S.  M.  BoylHton. 

Fleeting  Time  must  be  improved.  —  Watts. 

1  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this,  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  —  how  poor  a  trifle  't  is, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay ; 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

3  But  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We  '11  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 
We  '11  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

4  They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea ; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

496.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Importance  of  To-day.  —  Doddridge. 

1  To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine, 

Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand ; 
And, if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
0,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 
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SHORTNESS  OF  TIME. 

3  Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Awake,  by  thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care ; 

O,  be  that  still  pursued, 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light ; 
Lest  life's  young,  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

497.  L.  M.  Ward. 

Work  while  it  is  Day.  —  Anon. 

1  As  flies  the  shuttle  o'er  the  loom, 
So  mortals  hasten  to  the  tomb ; 
As  ships  that  skim  the  raging  sea, 
Or  eagles  darting  on  their  prey. 

2  As  vanishes  the  fleeting  shade  ; 

As  flowers  before  the  evening  fade  * 
Such  is  the  life  of  feeble  man ; 
His  days  are  measured  by  a  span. 

3  I  would  not  wish  on  earth  to  stay 
Beyond  this  short  uncertain  day ; 
But,  Lord,  prepare  my  soul  to  do 

The  work  appointed  me  below. 

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4  With  willing  heart  and  active  hands, 
Lord,  I  would  practise  thy  commands ; 
Improve  the  moments  as  they  fly, 
And  live  as  I  would  wish  to  die. 

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CLOSE   OF  THE   YEAR. 

498.  L.  M.  Wilnter. 

The  departed  Year.  —  Doddkidge. 

1  God  of  my  life,  thy  constant  care 
With  mercy  crowns  the  opening  year ; 
And  while  the  months  and  days  prolong, 
I  '11  raise  to  thee  my  grateful  song. 

2  How  many  precious  souls  have  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  the  departed  year  began, 
While  suns  and  moons  in  circles  ran ! 

3  Our  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God ; 
'T  is  thine  to  fix  the  soul's  abode ; 
We  hold  our  life  from  thee  alone, 
On  earth  and  in  the  world  unknown. 

4  To  thee  our  souls  we  here  resign ; 
O  make  us,  Lord,  forever  thine ; 
So  may  we  smile,  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising  year. 

499.  C.  M.  Peterborough. 

Close  of  the  Year.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies  ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 
Then  welcome,  each  declining  day ! 
Welcome,  each  closing  year  ! 
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3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

500.  C.  M.  Welford. 

Swiftness  of  Time. ^Doddridge. 

1  Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 

Of  the  revolving  year ; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round  ! 
How  short  the  months  appear ! 

2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on  — 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  pass 

The  swift  revolving  year ; 
And  study  artful  ways  to  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Waken,  0  God,  my  careless  heart, 

Its  great  concerns  to  see  ; 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

501.  CM.  Dundee. 

Frailty  of  Life.  —  Watts. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months' and  days  increase; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
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3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'erwe  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We  're  travelling"  to  the  grave. 

4  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

502.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Reviewing  the  past  Year.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Our  helper,  God !  we  bless  thy  name, 
Whose  love  forever  is  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  gracious  care 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand ; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known ; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demands 

4  Our  grateful  souls,  on  Jordan's  shore, 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more ; 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above* 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

503.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

The  fruitless  Fig-tree.  —  Harbottle. 

1  See  how  the  fruitless  fig-tree  stands 
Beneath  the  owner's  frown ; 
The  axe  is  lifted  in  his  hands, 
To  cut  the  cumberer  down. 
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THE  NEW   YEAR. 

2  "  Year  after  year  I  come,"  he  cries, 

"  And  still  no  fruit  is  shown ; 
I  see  but  empty  leaves  arise ; 
Then  cut  the  cumberer  down. 

3  "  The  axe  of  death,  at  one  sharp  stroke, 

Shall  make  my  justice  known ; 
Each  bough  shall  tremble  at  the  shock 
Which  cuts  the  cumberer  down." 

4  Sinner,  beware  !  —  the  axe  of  death 

Is  raised,  and  aimed  at  thee  : 
Awhile  thy  Maker  spares  thy  breath ; 
Beware,  0  barren  tree  ! 


THE   NEW  YEAR. 

♦501.  L.  M.  Uxbridgc. 

A  Song  for  the  opening  Year.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand ; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows,  — 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night  —  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future  —  all  to  us  unknown  — 
We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

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4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored,  through  all  our  changing  days. 

505.  C.  M.  Downs. 

The  Ncid  Year.  —  Newton. 

1  Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Make  us  the  Saviour's  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
That  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

506.  7s.  Hendon. 

The  New  Year.  —  Newton. 

1  See  !   another  year  is  gone  ! 

Quickly  have  the  seasons  passed ! 
This  we  enter  now  upon 

May  to  many  prove  their  last. 

2  Mercy  hitherto  has  spared  : 

But  have  mercies  been  improved  ? 
Let  us  ask,  "  Am  I  prepared 

Should  I  be  this  year  removed  ?  " 
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THE  NEW   YEAR. 

3  Some  we  now  no  longer  see, 

Who  their  mortal  race  have  run, 
Seemed  as  fair  for  life  as  we, 
When  the  former  year  begun. 

4  Some  (but  who  God  only  knows) 

Who  are  here  assembled  now, 
Ere  the  present  year  shall  close, 
To  the  stroke  of  death  must  bow. 

5  If  from  guilt  and  sin  set  free 

By  the  knowledge  of  thy  grace, 
Welcome,  then,  the  call  will  be 
To  depart  and  see  thy  face. 

6  To  thy  saints,  while  here  below, 

With  new  years,  new  mercies  come ; 
But  the  happiest  year  they  know 
Is  their  last,  which  leads  them  home. 

«HV7.  7s.  Benevento. 

Uncertainty  of  Life.  —  Newton. 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  — 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream. 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  : 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 
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DEATH. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


DEATH. 


508.  L.  M.  Wen*. 

Lift  Ike  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope.  — Watts. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  ensure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might,  pursue ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

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509.  C.  M.  Woodstock. 

Death  of  a  young  Person.  —  Steele. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  And  while  we  raise  the  tearful  eye, 

With  mourning  thoughts  impressed, 
Oh  may  this  truth —  "  I  too  must  die,"  — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour ; 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

♦110.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

The  Death  of  the  Righteous.  —  Barbauld. 

1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  they  die, 

When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye ! 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Farewell  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 
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I.  CM.  Welford. 

Death  and  immediate  Glory.  — Watts. 

1  There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 

Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Shall  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 

Then,  0  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'T  is  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven ; 
And  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  : 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word : 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We  're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'T  is  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  sweeter  far  to  see  : 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 

S.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

A  Warning  from  the  Grave.  —  Heber. 

1  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given  : 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven ! 

2  Death  rides  on  ever}'  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  ever}'  hour. 
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3  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  —  thy  danger  know 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  helow, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 

4  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  —  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  which  hourly  tell 
That  they  who  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  in  heaven  or  hell ! 


513.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Death  of  a  Minister.  —  Doddridge. 

1  Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young  — 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue  ;  — 

3  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

4  "  Lo,  I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord ; 

"  My  church  shall  safe  abide ; 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 
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514.  C.  M.  Mear. 

God's  Presence  tnnkes  Death  easy.  —  Watts. 

1  Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Redeemer  bid ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  called  to  go, 
And  die,  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 

My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 

And  welcome  the  command. 

4  Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

515.  C.  M.  Nichols. 

Victory  over  Death.  —  Watts. 

1  O  for  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  Death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing  — 
"  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  Grave  ? 
And  where,  0  Death,  thy  sting?" 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I  'm  secure  ; 

Death  has  no  sting  beside  : 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power ; 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 


DEATH. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we  die 
Through  Christ,  our  living  head. 

516.  L.  M.  Ware. 

Sleeping  in  Jesus.  —  Mackat. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear  —  no  wo,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie ; 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

517.  C.  M.  Downs. 

Death  of  the  Christian.  —  Newton. 

1  In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death  ; 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 


2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  break; 
We  scarce  can  say  "  He  's  gone  ! 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 

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DEATH 

3  Thus  much,  and  this  is  all,  we  know, 

Saints  are  completely  blest; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

4  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name  ; 

His  face  they  always  view: 
Then  let  us  followers  be  of  them, 
That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

518.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

Death  always  near.  —  Heber. 

1  Death  floats  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

2  We  daily  see  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay  : 
And  life  depart  in  sudden  night, 
Ere  scarce  has  dawned  the  day. 

3  Look  downward,  then  ;  thy  danger  know ; 

Where  now  thy  foot  may  tread, 
List  to  the  warning  from  below, — 
There  lie  the  buried  dead. 

4  Look  upward,  too  ;  by  faith  apply 

The  truth  divinely  given  ; 
On  Jesus  and  his  word  rely, 
And  fit  thy  soul  for  heaven. 

519.  S.  M.  Bo7lston. 

The  Resurrection.  —  Watts. 

1  And  must  this  body  die  ? 
This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 
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JUDGMENT. 

2  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  from  the  bending  skies 
Still  watches  o'er  the  sleeping  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Our  bodies  then  will  shine, 

And  every  shape  and  every  face 

Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 


JUDGMENT. 
520.  S.  M.  oiimnz 

Anticipation  of  the  Judgment.  —  Doddridge. 

1  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge, 
Astonished,  shrink  away ! 

2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread ! 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 
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521.  C.  M.  Bnllcrma. 

That  airful  Day.  —  Watts. 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

TV  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart ! " 

3  0  !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair — 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  Jesus  !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  0  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

522.  C.  P.  M.  Gauges. 

Solemnity  of  eternal  Things.  —  Wesley. 

1  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late : 
Wake  me  to  righteousness. 
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JUDGMENT. 

Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 


523.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

I  must  go  to  the  Judgment.  —  S.  S.  Hymns. 

1  And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

And  answer,  in  that  day, 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live ; 

With  what  religious  fear; 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behavior  here  ! 

4  Thou  mighty  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  power  bestow; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
In  all  I  speak  or  do. 

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524.  C.  P.  M.  Fo.ier. 

Pleading  for  Acceptance.  —  Psalmist. 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  \ 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought?  — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  0  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace; 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this,  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  0,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  And  when  the  final  trump  shall  sound, 
Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

To  bow  before  thy  face ; 
Then  in  triumphant  strains  I  '11  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  praise  of  sovereign  grace. 

525.  L.  M.  Windham. 

The  Day  of  Judgment.  —  Scott. 

1  The  day  of  wrath !  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day? — 
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2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
And,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  ? 

3  0  !  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 


HEAVEN. 


526.  8s.  &  6s.  Woodland. 

The  Hour  of  Rest.  —  Tappan. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 

'T  is  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — 'tis  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven,  — 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom;. 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 
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527.  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 

Land  of  pure  Delight. —  WAITS. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, — 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ;  — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

528.  Li-  M.  KockiiiJihnm. 

We  're  no  abiding  city  here.  —  Kelly. 

1  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  ; 

This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind, 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 
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HEAVEN. 

2  We  've  no  abiding  city  here ; 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, - 
We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come. 

3  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  ; 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do ; 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear ; 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  ; 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight : 
Zion  its  name  ;  the  Lord  is  there ; 
It  shines  with  everlasting-  light. 


529.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

Holiness  of  Heaven.  — Watts. 

1  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
And  none  shall  gain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

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530.  C.  M.  The  Happy  Land. 

Prospect  of  Ilea  ven.  —  Stenn  ett. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

531.  CM.  Dundee. 

Freedom  from  Sin  and  Misery  in  Heaven.  —  Watts. 

1  Our  sins,  alas  !  how  strong  they  be  ! 

And,  like  a  raging  sea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  huny  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rise  ! 

How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 
But  death  shall  land  our  weary  souls 
Safe  on  the  heavenly  shore. 
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HEAVEN. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  sweet  commands, 

Our  speedy  feet  shall  move  : 
No  sin  shall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  shall  we  sit,  and  sing  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
Till  heavenly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  smile  in  every  face. 

5  Forever  his  dear,  sacred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  ; 
And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  every  song. 


532.  C.  M.  Auld  Lang  Syne. 

Hope  of  Heaven  our  Support  on  Earth.  —  Watts. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all :  — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
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HEAVEN. 

533.  C.  M.  Ballerma. 

The  Peace  of  Heaven.  —  Beddomb. 

1  There  is  a  world  of  perfect  bliss 

Above  the  starry  skies ; 
Oppressed  with  sorrows  and  with  sins, 
I  thither  lift  my  eyes. 

2  'T  is  there  the  weary  are  at  rest, 

And  all  is  peace  within ; 
The  mind,  with  guilt  no  more  oppressed, 
Is  tranquil  and  serene. 

3  Discord  and  strife  are  banished  thence, 

Distrust  and  slavish  fear  ; 
No  more  we  hear  the  pensive  sigh, 
Or  see  the  falling  tear. 

534.  L.  M.  Ward. 

The  Christian's  Prospect.  —  Watts. 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign ; 

Lord,  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 

I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream — an  empty  show; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  0  glorious  hour  !  0  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God, 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  glad  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

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HEAVEN. 

535.  C  M.  Arlington. 

Victory  through  the  Lamb.  — Watts. 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  I  ask  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

3  They  marked  the  footsteps  he  had  trod ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  given; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

536.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Earthly  and  heavenly  Good.  —  Mrs.  Steele. 

1  How  vain  a  thought  is  bliss  below ! 

'T  is  all  an  airy  dream ; 
How  empty  are  the  joys  that  flow 
On  pleasure's  smiling  stream  ! 

2  0  !  let  my  nobler  wishes  soar 

Beyond  these  realms  of  night ; 
In  heaven  substantial  bliss  explore, 
And  permanent  delight. 

3  No  fleeting  landscape  cheers  the  gaze, 

Nor  airy  form  beguiles  ; 
But  everlasting  bliss  displays 
Her  undissembled  smiles. 
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Adieu  to  all  below  the  skies ; 

Celestial  Guardian,  come ; 
On  thy  kind  wing  my  soul  would  rise 

To  her  celestial  home. 


537.  C.  M.  Naomi. 

Heaven.  —  W.  B.  Tappan. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 

For  those  with  cares  oppressed, 
When  sighs  and  sorrowing  tears  shall  cease, 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 

2  'T  is  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears, 

And  doubts  which  here  annoy  ; 
Then  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

3  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more  ; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

4  There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy ; 
There  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 


538.  8s.  <fe  6s.  Woodland. 

Nothing  true  but  Heaven.  —  Wesleyan  Psalmist. 

1  This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  illusion  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  woe, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow, — 
There  's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 
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HEAVEN. 

2  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  of  even ; 
And  genius'  bud  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb ;  — 

There  's  nothing  bright  but  heaven. 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  we  're  driven ; 
And  fancy's  flash  and  reason's  ray, 
Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way ;  — 

There  's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 

4  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace ;  — 

There  's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

531).  8s.  &  6s.  Woodland. 

Heaven  on  Earth.  — Wesleyan  Psalmist. 

1  This  world's  not  "all  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  illusion  given ;" 
He  that  hath  soothed  a  widow's  woe, 
Or  wiped  the  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 

There  's  something  here  of  heaven  ; 

2  And  he  that  walks  life's  thorny  way, 

With  feelings  calm  and  even; 
Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 
By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 

Hath  something  felt  of  heaven. 

3  He  that  the  Christian's  course  hath  run, 

And  all  his  foes  forgiven  — 
Who  measures  out  life's  little  span, 
In  love  to  God,  and  love  to  man, 

On  earth  has  tasted  heaven. 
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4  From  such  as  walk  in  wisdom's  road, 

Corroding-  fears  are  driven ; 
They  're  washed  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  heaven. 

540.  C.  M.  Morel.. 

My  Father's  House.  —  R.  Turnbuix. 

1  There  is  a  place  of  sacred  rest, 

Far,  far  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  beauty  smiles  eternally, 

And  pleasure  never  dies  ;  — 
My  Father's  house,  my  heavenly  home, 

Where  "  many  mansions  "  stand, 
Prepared,  by  hands  divine,  for  all 

Who  seek  the  better  land. 

2  In  that  pure  home  of  tearless  joy 

Earth's  parted  friends  shall  meet, 
With  smiles  of  love  that  never  fade, 

And  blessedness  complete ; 
There,  there  adieus  are  sounds  unknown ; 

Death  frowns  not  on  that  scene, 
But  life,  and  glorious  beauty,  shine 

Untroubled  and  serene. 

541.  C.  M.  Moreh. 

My  Father's  House.  —John  xiv.  2.  —  Colver. 

1  My  Father's  house,  my  Father's  house ! 

0  there  is  rest  for  me ; 

A  mansion  where  my  Father  dwells, 

1  soon  with  joy  shall  see. 

Rush  on,  thou  troubled  stream  of  life, 

Nor  spare  my  weary  soul1; 
Your  noise  and  rage  and  hurrying  strife 

But  speed  me  to  my  goal. 
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My  Father's  house,  my  Father's  house ! 

Blest  Jesus,  thou  art  there  ; 
And  there  are  those  I  loved  on  earth, 

His  boundless  bliss  to  share; 
0  how  I  long  to  reach  the  place 

Where  my  best  kindred  dwell ; 
Where  I  shall  sing  among  the  rest, 

And  love  the  mansion  well. 

My  Father's  house,  my  Father's  house ! 

I  love  to  think  of  home, 
In  all  my  lonely  hours  of  night, 

While  here  on  earth  I  roam  ; 
Nor  storm,  nor  care,  nor  grief  is  known, 

Throughout  those  blissful  plains ; 
And  I  shall  worship  near  that  throne 

Where  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 


542.  S.  M.  oimutz. 

Rest  for  the  iceary  Soul.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found, — 

Kest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ! 
'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death,  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 
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HEAVEN. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun ; 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


543.  L.  M.  Brentford. 

The  Land  of  Glory.  —Tuck. 

1  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 

Than  sages  tell  or  poets  sing ; 
Brighter  than  noon-day  glories  are, 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 

2  It  is  not  fanned  by  summer's  gale ; 

'T  is  not  refreshed  by  vernal  showers ; 
It  never  needs  the  moonbeam  pale, 

For  there  are  known  no  evening  hours. 

3  No ;  for  that  world  is  ever  bright 

With  purest  radiance  all  its  own ; 
The  streams  of  uncreated  light 

Flow  round  it  from  th'  eternal  throne. 

4  It  is  all  holy  and  serene, 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose  ; 
No  cloud  obscures  the  radiant  scene ; 
There  not  a  tear  of  sorrow  flows. 

5  In  vain  the  curious,  searching  eye 

May  seek  to  view  the  fair  abode, 
Or  find  it  in  the  starry  sky : 
It  is  the  dwelling-place  of  God. 
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HEAVEN. 

544.  CM.  Lancsboro*. 

The  neavenly  Jerusalem.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  glorious  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know ; 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
1  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I  've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Jerusalem !  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

545.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

The  Land  without  a  Shadow.  —  Psalmist. 

1  There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 

In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught;  — 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 


FAST  DAYS. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise, 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 

Across  that  calm,  serene  abode ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  paradise  of  God. 


FAST  DAYS. 

»>  10.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Humility  under  Affliction.  —  Breviary. 

1  0  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone, 

Or  outward  form  of  prayer ; 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asketh  not  of  thee  : 
Thy  secret  soul  he  bids  thee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

3  0  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  unto  our  God, 
And  pray  to  him  to  grant  relief, 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 

4  O  righteous  Judge,  if  thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  what  we  need, 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 
And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 
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FAST  DAYS. 

547.  C.  M.  Mear. 

Public  Humiliation.  —  Hart. 

1  Lord,  look  on  all  assembled  here, 

Who  in  thy  presence  stand, 
To  offer  up  united  prayer 
For  this  our  sinful  land. 

2  0,  may  we  all,  with  one  consent, 

Fall  low  before  thy  throne ; 
With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament, 
The  church's  and  our  own. 

3  And  should  the  dread  decree  be  past, 

And  we  must  feel  the  rod, — 
Let  faith  and  patience  hold  us  fast 
To  our  correcting  God 

548.  Ss.  &  7s.  Silver  Lake. 

Pardon  implored  for  national  Sins.  —  Epis.  Coll. 

1  Dread  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  ! 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications, 
Now  for  their  deliverance  rise  : 

2  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding; 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

3  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression ; 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface ; 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression ; 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

4  Lo !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend ; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning ; 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 
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FAST  DAYS. 

549.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Divine  Aid  implored  in  national  Distress.  —  Man.  of  Psalm. 

1  Why  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell, 
Its  beams  of  majesty  conceal ; 
Regardless  of  the  woes  that  wait 
Around  our  long-afflicted  state  ? 

2  Behold,  our  soul  with  sorrow  bends, 
And  down  to  dust  our  life  descends ; 
And,  while  thine  arm  its  aid  denies, 
Prostrate  on  earth,  deserted  lies. 

3  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  alone  we  claim  ; 
Redeem  us,  and  exalt  thy  name ; 
Rise  for  our  help,  almighty  Lord  ! 
Salvation  shall  attend  thy  word. 

«>oO.  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

National  Deliverances  ascribed  to  God.  —  Pratt's  Coll. 

1  Oft  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught 
What  for  our  fathers  thou  hast  wrought, 
While,  with  adoring  minds,  they  told 
The  wonders  of  thy  works  of  old. 

2  Still  we  disclaim  the  bow  or  sword, 
And  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord ; 

On  thee  we  trust — thy  mercies  claim, 
Whose  presence  puts  all  foes  to  shame. 

3  From  morning  dawn  to  evening  close, 
On  thee,  O  Lord,  our  hopes  repose  : 
To  thy  great  name  with  joy  we  '11  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

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THANKSGIVING  DAYS. 


THANKSGIVING  DAYS. 


5t>!v  7s.  ^urembarg. 

Thanksgiving.  —  Pres.  Coix. 

1  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong- : 
Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King ! 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  : 
Guarded  by  his  watchful  eye, 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

552,  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Thanksgiving  Hymn.  —  S.  S.  Cutting. 

1  Creator,  God !  thy  glories  blaze 
Where'er  above,  around,  we  gaze  ; 
Thy  smile  gives  beauty  to  the  flower, 
Thy  grandeur  to  the  tempest,  power. 

2  God  of  our  lives,  the  throbbing  heart 
Doth  at  thy  beck  its  action  start — 
Throbs  on  obedient  to  thy  will, 

Or  ceases  at  thy  fatal  chill. 
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THANKSGIVING   DAYS. 

3  God  of  the  harvest,  sun  and  shower 
Own  the  high  mandate  of  thy  power; 
Plenty  her  rich  profusion  throws 
When  thou  dost  bid,  or  want  her  woes. 

4  God  of  eternal  life,  thy  love 

Doth  the  deep  stain  of  sin  remove  : 

The  cross!  the  cross  !  —  its  hallowed  light 

Fast  drives  from  earth  her  cheerless  night. 

5  God  of  all  goodness,  to  the  skies 
Our  hearts  in  grateful  anthems  rise ; 
And  to  thy  service  shall  be  given 
The  rest  of  life,  the  whole  of  heaven. 


553.  S.  M.  Dorer. 

O  bless  the  Lord.  —  Watts. 

1  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
He  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  sin 
Has  sovereign  power  to  save. 
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THANKSGIVING  DAYS. 

55  1 ,  8s.  &  7s.  Bavaria. 

National  Thanksgiving  and  Prayer.  — Gems. 

1  Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean, 

Hear  us  from  thy  bright  abode, 
While  our  hearts,  with  deep  devotion, 

Own  their  great  and  gracious  God : 
Now  with  joy  we  come  before  thee ; 

Seek  thy  face,  thy  mercies  sing : 
Lord  of  life,  and  light,  and  glory, 

Guard  thy  church,  thou  heavenly  King. 

2  Health,  and  every  needful  blessing, 

Are  thy  bounteous  gifts  alone ; 
Comforts  undeserved  possessing, 

Here  we  bend  before  thy  throne : 
Thee,  with  humble  adoration, 

Lord,  we  praise  for  mercies  past ; 
Still  to  this  most  favored  nation 

May  those  mercies  ever  last. 

555.  7S.  Hendon. 

Harvest  Hymn.  —  Anon. 

1  Every  sheaf  of  golden  grain, 
Standing  on  the  smiling  plain, 
Tells  us,  if  we  do  not  know, 
Whence  our  many  blessings  flow. 

2  Thanks  we  bring  for  earthly  good, 
Nobler  thanks  for  richer  food ; 
Love  divine  to  us  has  given 

Christ,  the  Bread  of  Life,  from  heaven 

3  Lord,  with  these  thy  favors,  give 
Hearts  to  serve  thee  while  we  live, 
Till  we  reap,  where  Jesus  is, 
Harvests  of  immortal  bliss. 

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THANKSGIVING   DAYS. 

556.  8S.   &  7S.  \V  ilmol. 

Praise  the  Lord.  —  Anon. 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  in  heaven, 

For  a  living,  deathless  soul ; 
Praise  to  his  blest  name  be  given, 
While  eternal  ages  roll. 

2  Praise  to  him  who  dwells  in  glory, 

For  the  gift  of  Christ  the  Lord ; 
And  that  all  the  wondrous  story 
Is  recorded  in  his  word. 

3  Low  before  his  footstool  bending, 

We  would  praise  th'  incarnate  God, 
For  the  grace  on  us  descending 

Through  his  own  most  precious  blood. 

557.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Praise  for  the  Wonders  of  Divine  Grace. — Watts. 

1  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  He  saw  us  perishing  in  sin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within: 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  death  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

3  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt  and  darkness  and  the  grave ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat ; 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

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DEDICATION. 

558.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

Universal  Praise.  —  Fawcett. 

1  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father !  source  of  all  compassion ! 

Free,  unbounded  grace  is  thine : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy ; 
Heirs  of  endless  bliss  in  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise ; 
Then,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


DEDICATION. 

559.  L.  M.  Brentford. 

Dedication  Hymn.  — J.  Montgomery. 

1  Here,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee  ; 
O  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode, 
And  guard  it  long  from  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  thou  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 
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DEDICATION. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 

Hosanna  !  to  their  heavenly  King, 
Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong ; 
Hosanna  !  let  the  angels  sing. 

5  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ; 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

560.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

Dedication  Hymn.  — H.  S.  Washburn. 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  constant  care 

Hath  been  our  sure  support  and  stay, 
And  hither  gladly  we  repair, 
Our  early  sacrifice  to  pay. 

2  Accept  our  vows  :  in  humble  trust 

This  house  we  consecrate  to  thee ; 
0,  may  thy  promise  to  the  just 
Forever,  Lord,  our  portion  be. 

3  And  may  that  stream  which  maketh  glad 

The  city  of  our  God  below, 
Revive  the  drooping,  cheer  the  sad, 
As  still  its  healing  waters  flow. 

4  So  let  thy  people  here  enjoy 

The  blessings  which  thy  grace  hath  given, 
That  they  may  hail,  with  purer  joy, 
The  unseen,  perfect  bliss  of  heaven. 
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PEACE. 

PEACE. 
561.  C.  M.  Nichols. 

Prayer  for  Peace.  —  Gibbons. 

1  Lord,  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

Armed  with  thy  Spirit's  power : 
Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Peace,  with  her  olives  crowned,  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 
No  murderous  cannon  roar. 

3  Lord,  for  those  days  we  wait ;  those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold ; 
Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars,  and  bring 
This  promised  age  of  gold. 

4  "  Amen,"  with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 

Unnumbered  myriads  cry ; 
"  Amen,"  with  joy  divine,  let  heaven's 
Unnumbered  choirs  reply. 

563.  C.  M.  Mear. 

Messiah's  peaceful  Reign.  —  Logan. 

1  Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow : 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"And  to  his  house,  we  '11  go." 
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TEMPERANCE. 

3  The  beam  that  shines  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign,    • 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  Come,  then,  0,  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauty  shine. 


TEMPERANCE 

f 
563.  7s.  &  6s.       Missionary  Hymn. 

Temperance  Hymn.  —  Lyre. 

1  How  long  shall  virtue  languish, 

How  long  shall  folly  reign, 
While  many  a  heart  with  anguish 

Is  weeping  o'er  the  plain  ? 
How  long  shall  dissipation 

Her  deadly  waters  pour, 
Throughout  this  favored  nation, 

Her  millions  to  devour  ? 

2  When  shall  the  veil  of  blindness 

Fall  from  the  shrine  of  wealth, 
Restoring  human  kindness, 

And  industry,  and  health  ? 
When  shall  the  charms  so  luring 

Of  bad  example  cease, 
The  end  at  once  securing 

Of  temperance  and  peace  ? 
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TEMPERANCE. 

3  We  hail  with  joy  unceasing 

The  band  whose  pledge  is  given, 
Whose  numbers  are  increasing 

Amid  the  smiles  of  Heaven. 
Their  virtues,  never  failing, 

Shall  lead  to  brighter  days, 
Where  holiness,  prevailing, 

Shall  fill  the  earth  with  praise. 

564.  L.  M.  Ward. 

0,  shun  the  Boicl.  —  C.  A.  H. 

1  O,  shtjn  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 
Shines  loveliest,  mortal,  in  thy  sight ; 
0,  loathe  the  charms  that  tempt  to  sip, 
And  dash  the  goblet  from  thy  lip. 

2  For  'neath  the  nectared  pleasure's  tide, 
The  rankest  dregs  of  woe  abide  ; 
And  every  drop  that  cheers  thy  heart 
Will  madden  more  the  poison's  smart. 

3  Then,  mortal,  when  the  sons  of  earth 
Invite  thee  to  their  sinful  mirth, 
Beware,  nor  dare  the  bowl  to  sip, 
But  dash  the  goblet  from  thy  lip. 

565.  P.  M.  "  Scots  wha  hae." 

"  Touch  not,  taste  not."  —  Hatfield. 

1  Friends  of  freedom  !  swell  the  song ; 
Young  and  old  the  strain  prolong, 
Make  the  temp'rance  army  strong, 

And  on  to  victory. 
Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave, 
Onward  march,  a  world  to  save ; 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 
And  bear  his  infamy  ? 
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FREEDOM. 

2  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest ; 
Carry  joy  to  every  breast ; 

Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 
By  living  soberly : 

Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high  — 

44  Touch  not — taste  not  till  you  die  !  " 

Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky, 

And  earth  keep  jubilee. 

3  God  of  mercy  !  hear  us  plead ; 
For  thy  help  we  intercede ; 
See  how  many  bosoms  bleed ; 

And  heal  them  speedily. 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
When,  beneath  thy  gentle  ray, 
Temperance  all  the  world  shall  sway, 

And  reign  triumphantly. 


FREEDOM. 

>.  7s.  Hendon. 

Let  the  Captives  go  free. 

1  Hear  us,  Father,  while  we  cry, 

Pleading  for  an  injured  race  : 
Make  the  bolts  asunder  fly, 
By  thine  own  resistless  grace. 

2  Let  the  captives  all  go  free ; 

Let  th'  oppressor  cease  to  reign, 
And  the  arm  of  tyranny 

Never  more  be  raised  again. 
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FREEDOM. 

567.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Prayer  for  the  Oppressed.  —  Howe's  Hymns. 

1  Lord  !  when  thine  ancient  people  cried, 

Oppressed  with  chains  by  Egypt's  king, 
Thou  didst  th'  Arabian  sea  divide, 
And  forth  thy  fainting  Israel  bring. 

2  In  this  our  day,  this  Christian  land 

Groans  with  the  anguish  of  the  slave ; 
Lord  God  of  hosts  !  stretch  forth  thy  hand, 
Not  shortened  that  it  cannot  save. 

3  Roll  back  the  swelling  tide  of  sin, 

The  lust  of  gain,  the  lust  of  power ; 
The  day  of  freedom  usher  in  ; 
0  !  hasten  on  th'  appointed  hour. 

4  How  long  shall  bondmen  be  forgot  ? 

We  watch,  we  weep,  we  cry  to  thee ; 
Th' oppressor  hears,  yet  heedeth  not; 
Come  '  captive  lead  captivity. 

568.  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Grecnrille. 

Remembering  those  in  Bonds. 

1  Hark  !  the  wail — the  voice  of  anguish, 

In  our  highly  favored  land  ; 
Brethren,  doomed  in  chains  to  languish, 
Lift  to  heaven  the  fettered  hand ;  — 

In  their  sadness, 
They  our  sympathies  demand. 

2  Let  us  raise  our  supplication 

For  the  scourged  and  fettered  slave ; 
All  whose  life  is  desolation, 
All  whose  hope  is  in  the  grave. 

God  of  mercy, 
From  thy  throne  0  hear  and  save. 
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FREEDOM. 

Those  in  bonds  we  would  remember; 

Lord,  our  hands  with  theirs  are  bound ; 
With  each  helpless,  suffering  member 

Let  our  sympathies  be  found, 
Till  our  labors 

Spread  the  smile  of  freedom  round. 


7s.  &  6s.  Mendebra*. 

Christ  trill  destroy  Oppression.  —  Montgomery. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Wrere  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth ; 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

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570.  C.  M.  Woodland. 

"  Break  every  Yoke." 

1  "  Break  every  yoke,"  the  gospel  cries, 

"  And  let  th'  oppressed  go  free  ;" 
Let  every  burdened  captive  rise, 
And  taste  sweet  liberty. 

2  Lord !  when  shall  man  thy  voice  obey, 

And  rend  each  iron  chain  ? 

0  !  when  shall  love  its  golden  sway 
O'er  all  the  earth  maintain  ? 

3  Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

And  melt  th'  oppressor's  heart ; 
Send  swift  deliverance  to  the  slave, 
And  bid  his  woes  depart. 

4  With  joy  and  gladness  crown  his  day, 

And  fill  his  heart  with  love ; 
Teach  him  the  straight  and  only  way 
That  leads  to  rest  above. 

571.  6s.  &  4s.  America. 

Universal  Freedom. 

1  Roll  on,  thou  joyful  day, 
When  tyranny's  proud  sway, 

Stern  as  the  grave, 
Shall  to  the  ground  be  hurled, 
And  freedom's  flag  unfurled, 
Shall  wave  throughout  the  world, 

O'er  every  slave. 

2  Trump  of  glad  jubilee, 
Echo  o'er  land  and  sea, 

Freedom  for  all : 
Let  the  glad  tidings  fly, 
And  every  tribe  reply, 
Glory  to  God  on  high, 

At  slavery's  fall. 


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3  Free,  too,  the  captive  mind, 
By  darkness  long  confined 

In  slavery's  night. 
The  Saviour's  reign  extend, 
Virtue  with  freedom  blend, 
And  full  salvation  send, 

With  freedom's  liffht. 


SEAMEN. 


572.  C.  M.  Lane.boro'. 

Thanksgiving  for  Deliverance  in  a  Storm.  —  Madan's  Coll. 

1  Our  little  bark,  on  boist'rous  seas, 

By  cruel  tempest  tossed, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Expecting  to  be  lost, — 

2  We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  prayer, 

Breathed  out  our  sad  distress ; 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 
We  begged  return  of  peace. 

3  The  stormy  winds  did  cease  to  blow ; 

The  waves  no  more  did  roll; 
And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 
Spoke  comfort  to  each  soul. 

4  O,  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts 

Sweet  hallelujahs  sing 
To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserved, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

5  Let  us  proclaim  to  all  the  world, 

With  heart  and  voice,  again, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 
For  us,  the  sons  of  men. 
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573.  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 

Desiring  a  heavenly  Breeze. 

1  0  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love, 

To  waft  my  sonl  away 
To  the  celestial  world  above, 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 

2  Eternal  Spirit,  deign  to  be 

My  pilot  here  below, 
To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
Where  winds  do  stormy  blow. 

3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 

From  quicksands  of  despair, 
0  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
Through  every  fatal  snare. 

4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above, 

On  that  celestial  shore, 
Where  dashing  billows  never  move, 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 

574.  L.  M.  Dnke  Street. 

Prayer  for  th-e  Conversion  of  Seamen.  — P.  H.  B. 

1  Grant  the  abundance  of  the  sea 
May  be  converted,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  every  sailor  on  the  shore 
Eeturn  to  God,  to  roam  no  more. 

2  The  nations,  then,  with  joy  shall  hail 
The  Bethel  flag  in  even'  sail ; 

And  even"  ship  that  ploughs  the  sea 
A  gospel  messenger  shall  be. 

3  Hasten,  0  Lord,  that  glorious  day 
When  seamen  shall  thy  word  obey, 
And  safe  from  port  to  port  be  driven 
To  point  a  ruined  world  to  heaven. 

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575.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

For  the  Seamen's  Concert.  —  P.  H.  B. 

1  We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

And  with  united  pleas, 
We  meet  and  p^iy  for  those  who  roam 
Far  off  upon  the  seas. 

2  0  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 

The  sailor's  heart  to  thee, 
Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea. 

3  Then  may  a  Saviour's  dying  love 

Pour  peace  into  his  breast, 
And  waft  him  to  the  port  above 
Of  everlasting  rest. 

576.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Sea7nan's  Prayer.  —  Howe's  Hymns. 

1  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand ; 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light, 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart, 
Great  God,  to  choose  the  better  part; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise ; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  art  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  cheerful  die  : 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

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SEAMEN. 

577.  H.  M.  LUcher. 

TTie  Believer's  spiritual  Voyage.  —  Christian  Hymns. 

1  Jesus,  at  thy  command 

I  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye ; 
My  anchor  hope  shall  firm  abide, 
And  every  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace  ; 
Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place ; 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I  '11  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

578.  7s.  &  6s.  Cheerful  Hope. 

Life's  Mariner* —  Rev.  Melodies. 

1  Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing, 
And  loud  the  billows  roar, 
Full  swiftly  we  are  going 
To  our  dear  native  shore. 
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2  The  billows  breaking  o'er  us, 

The  storms  that  round  us  swell, 
Are  aiding  to  restore  us 
To  all  we  loved  so  well. 

3  So  sorrow  often  presses 

Life's  mariner  along; 
Afflictions  and  distresses 

Are  gales  and  billows  strong. 

4  The  sharper  and  severer 

The  storm  of  life  we  meet, 
The  sooner  and  the  nearer 
Is  heaven's  eternal  seat. 

5  Come  then,  afflictions  dreary, 

Sharp  sickness  pierce  my  breast ; 
You  only  bear  the  weary 
More  quickly  home  to  rest. 

579.  S.  M.  Boyl.ton. 

"  There 's  sorrow  on  the  deep."  — J.  H.  Hanaford. 

1  A  wail  comes  o'er  the  wave, 

And  speaks  of  sighing  there  ; 
It  moans  where  billows  never  sleep, — 
There  's  sorrow  on  the  deep. 

2  Around  the  dying  cot, 

Where  raging  fevers  glow, 
With  bursting  hearts  fond  shipmates  weep, — 
There  's  sorrow  on  the  deep. 

3  When  threat'ning  clouds  appear, 

And  winds  and  waves  arise ; 
When  o'er  the  main  wild  tempests  sweep, — 
There 's  sorrow  on  the  deep. 

4  Great  God  of  earth  and  skies, 

In  mercy  deign  to  hear ; 
In  danger's  hour  the  sailor  keep, — 
When  sorrow 's  on  the  deep. 
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BAPTISM. 

580.  L.  M.  word. 

Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.  —Mark  viii.  38.  —  Grigq 

1  Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise ; 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
May  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  sins  to  wash  away ; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  joys  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save ! 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No :  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  0,  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


581.  L.  M.  Wilmer. 

A  baptismal  Hymn.  —  J.  Stennett. 

1  The  great  Redeemer  we  adore, 

Who  came  the  lost  to  seek  and  save, 
Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  shore, 
To  find  a  tomb  beneath  its  wave. 
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2  "Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 

All  righteousness,"  he  meekly  said ; 
Why  should  we  then,  to  do  his  will, 
Or  be  ashamed,  or  be  afraid  ? 

3  With  thee,  into  thy  wat'ry  grave, 

Lord,  't  is  our  glory  to  descend  ; 
'T  is  wondrous  grace  that  gives  us  leave 
To  be  baptized  like  Christ  our  Friend. 

4  Yet  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way, 

To  let  us  see  the  light  again, 
So,  on  thy  resurrection  day, 

The  bands  of  death  proved  weak  and  vain. 

5  Thus,  when  thou  shalt  again  appear, 

The  gates  of  death  shall  open  wide ; 
Our  dust  thy  mighty  voice  shall  hear, 
And  rise  and  triumph  at  thy  side. 


582.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Buried  with  Christ.—  Watts. 

1  Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord, 
Baptized  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Raised  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

3  No  more  let  sin  nor  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
The  various  lusts  we  served  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

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583.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Come,  see  the  place  where  the  Lord  lay.  — Baldwin. 

1  Come,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb, 
Who  loved  our  race  ere  time  began ; 
Who  veiled  his  Godhead  in  our  clay, 
And  in  an  humble  manger  lay. 

2  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Spirit  led, 

.To  mark  the  path  his  saints  should  tread ; 
Joyful  they  trace  the  sacred  way, 
To  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Immersed  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave, 
The  Saviour  left  his  watery  grave ; 
God  owned  the  deed,  approved  the  way, 
And  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Come,  all  who  love  his  precious  name ; 
Come,  tread  his  steps,  and  learn  of  him ; 
Happy  beyond  expression  they, 

Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

584.  CM.  Bailer  ma. 

The  Saviour's  Example.  —  J.  Stennett. 

1  Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plunged 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood, 
To  show  he  must  be  soon  baptized 
In  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood. 

2  Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave  ; 
Thus  was  his  sacred  body  raised 
Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 

3  Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 

In  thy  own  footsteps  tread ; 
Would  die,  be  buried,  rise  with  thee, 
Our  ever  living  Head. 
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•1S.1.  8s.  &  7s.  Sicily. 

Folloicing  Christ. 

1  Jesus,  mighty  King  in  Sion  ! 

Thou  alone  our  guide  shalt  be  ; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave, 

We  who  know  thy  great  salvation 

Are  baptized  beneath  the  wave. 

3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 

We  the  ancient  path  pursue ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 

586.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

The  Pleasantness  of  Baptism.  —  E.  W.  Freeman. 

1  Hither  we  come,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Obedient  to  thy  sacred  word, 

'T  is  thou  hast  called  our  hearts  to  flee 
From  sense  and  sin,  and  follow  thee. 

2  Here  ranged  along  the  water's  side, 
Where  gently  rolls  the  silent  tide, 
O  what  on  earth  can  sweeter  be, 
Than  thus  to  come  and  follow  thee  ! 

3  When  wandering  in  the  vale  of  tears, 
Enslaved  by  sins  and  doubts  and  fears, 
Then  didst  thou  come,  our  souls  to  free, 
And  gav'st  us  grace  to  follow  thee. 

4  Thou  wast  immersed  beneath  the  wave, 
The  emblem  of  thy  future  grave; 

O,  while  the  way  so  plain  we  see, 
What  can  we  do  but  follow  thee  ? 
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587.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Baptism  into  Christ.  —  S.  F.  Smith. 

1  With  willing  hearts  we  tread 

The  path  the  Saviour  trod ; 

We  love  th'  example  of  our  Head, 

The  glorious  Lamb  of  God. 

2  On  thee,  on  thee  alone, 

Our  hope  and  faith  rely, 
0  thou  who  didst  for  sin  atone, 
Who  didst  for  sinners  die. 

3  We  trust  thy  sacrifice  ; 

To  thy  dear  cross  we  flee ; 
0,  may  we  die  to  sin,  and  rise 
To  life  and  bliss  in  thee. 


588.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Christ's  Example.  —  Jddson. 

1  Our  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the  wave, 
And  meekly  sought  a  watery  grave ; 
Come,  see  the  sacred  path  he  trod — 
A  path  well  pleasing  to  our  God. 

2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace, 
And  hither  come  to  seek  his  face, 

To  do  his  will,  to  feel  his  love, 

And  join  our  songs  with  songs  above. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  divine  ! 

Let  endless  glories  round  him  shine ; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  forever  reign, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 
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>.  C.  M.  Ballerina. 

Wonders  of  Grace.  —  Stennett. 

1  Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
But  most  of  all  admire,  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome  place  — 

2  We,  who  are  all  defiled  with  sin, 

And  rebels  to  our  God  ! 
We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood  ! 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  we,  so  lost,  have  room ! 
Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 
And  freely  bids  us  come. 

4  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 

Join  all  your  sacred  powers ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love ; 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

K  S.  M.  Shirland. 

Christ's  Invitation  to  the  Table.  —  Watts. 

1  Jesus  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood ; 
Amazing  favor  —  matchless  grace 
Of  our  descending  God  ! 

3  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 

His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 
Let  joy  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 
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091.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Remembering  Christ.  —  Krishna  Pal. 

1  0  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 
The  Friend  who  all  thy  sorrows  bore ; 
Let  every  idol  be  forgot ; 

But,  O  my  soul,  forget  him  not ! 

2  .Renounce  thy  works  and  ways  with  grief, 
And  fly  to  this  divine  relief; 

Nor  him  forget,  who  left  his  throne, 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  his  own. 

3  Eternal  truth  and  mercy  shine 
In  him,  and  he  himself  is  thine  ; 
And  canst  thou,  then,  with  sin  beset, 

Such  charms,  such  matchless  charms,  forget  ? 

4  O,  no ;  till  life  itself  depart, 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  warm  my  heart ; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  1  '11  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

592.  7S.  Pleyel's  Hymn. 

The  Body  and  Blood  of  Christ.  —  Conder. 

1  Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give ; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  0,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee. 

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DOXOLOGIES. 

593.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

Universal  Praise.  —  Watts. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


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L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

595.  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

598.  C.  M. 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the'  Lord. 

597.  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 
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598.  S.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 

Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

599.  H.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honors  raise ; 

Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 


With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 

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Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host  — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
352 


MUSIC  FOR  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 


Note.  Most  of  the  Tunes  inserted  in  the  following  pages  were 
originally  written  in  four  separate  parts.  It  is  proper  to  state, 
that  they  have  been  condensed,  and  one  part  here  omitted  by  our- 
selves, lor  convenience  in  printing. 


OLD  HUNDRED.     L.  M. 


MARTIN  LUTHEI1. 


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Be  thou,  O    God,    ex  -  alt  -  ed  high ;  And 


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Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on,Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days; 


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WILMER.     L.  M. 


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DUNDEE.     C.  M. 

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WELFORD.      C.  M.FROM  CARMINA  SACRA, 

By  permission. 


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Spir-it      of  peace  !  ce  -  les   -   tial  Dove !  How 


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Chris-tian     love,       Thy     gra-cious  pow'r  dis  -  plays. 


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Let  heav'n  rejoice, let  earth  be  glad,  And  praise  surround  the  throne. 


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WOODLAND.     C.  M.      n.  d.  gould. 


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ST.  ANN'S. 


DR.   CROFT. 


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Now  let  Je-ho-vah  be  ador'd. On  whom  our  hopes  depend; 


For  who  except  the  mighty  Lord,  His   peo-ple  can  de-fend  ? 


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Up,     Is-rael,  to   the  temple  haste,  And  keep  your  festal  day  !' 


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With  joy   we     med-i-tate  the  grace       Of     our  High 


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made  of        ten-der-ness,       His     bow-els  melt  with  love. 


ST.  THOMAS.     S.  M.        a.  williams 


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My  soul  repeat  his  praise. \\  hose    mercies  are  so  great, 


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Whose  anger  is    so  slow   to         rise,     So  reatl-y      to  a-bate. 


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Great  is  the  Lord  our  God,    And     let  his  praise  be  great; 


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He  makes  the  churches  his  abode,      His  most  delight-ful  seat. 


SHIRLAND.     S.  M. 


STANLEY. 


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How  perfect  is    thy  word,  And  all  thy  judgments  just 

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For     ev-er  sure,  thy   promise, Lord,  And    we   securely  trust. 


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BOYLSTON.     S.  M.       l.  mason.       29 
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Our  days  are  as  the  grass,      Or     like  the  morning  flow'r ! 


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When  blasting  winds  sweep  o'er  the  fields, It  withers  in  an  hour. 


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Your  harps.ye  trembling  saints, Down  from  the  willi 

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Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  di-vine,    Bid    eve-ry  string  awake  ! 


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PENTONVILLE.     S.  M. 


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To  bless  thy  chosen  race,    In     mercy, Lord, incline 


Upmillli 


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And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face  On   all  thy  saints  to  shine. 


m-4-e-G-± \—4~M-&-L0-m-e-riL — ■— 


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JLABAN.      S.  M.FEOM  CARMINA  SACRA, 
By  permission. 

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My    soul,  be  on  thy  guard. Ten  thousand  foes  arise 

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The     hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard,  To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

42- 


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32 


LENOX.     H.  M. 


EDSON. 


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Lord     of  the  worlds  above,  How  pleasant  and  how  fair 


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The   dwellings    of    thy    love,  Thine  earthly  tempi 


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heart  as-pires,  With 

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warm  desires,  To  see  my  God,  With  warm  desires, To  see  my  God. 


see  my  God,  With  warm  de  -  sires, 


To  see  my  God. 


LISCHER.        H.    j\l.  I  IHiM  CARMINA  BACRA.     33 
-j  By  permit tion. 

1.  Welcome     de  -  light-ful  morn  !  Thou    day      of 

I       hail     thy     kind   re  -  turn  ;  Lord,  make  these 


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sa  -  cred  rest ; 
mo-ments  blest ! 


From  low  delights,  and    mor  -  tal  toys, 


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soar   to    reach   im  -  mor  -  tal      joys,        I  soar         to 


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reach 


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I       soar     to   reach,  &c. 


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34 


BETHESDA.     H.  M. 


DR.   GREEN, 


Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join  With  heav'n,and  earth,and  seas,  And 


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of  -  fer  notes   di    -    vine     To      your   Cre  -  a-tor's  praise  ;  Ye 


holy  throng  Of  angels  bright;In  worlds  of  light  begin  the  song. 


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REST.     8s  &  4s. 


There   is      a      calm    for   those   who   weep, 


3^::3::£Z^— : 
— £-ft^ — 1 — *- 


sus 


35 


rest      for     wea-  ry      pil  -  grima    found.    They    soft  -  ly 
—l—l — - 


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lie,     and     sweet -ly    sleep, 


Low     in      the     ground. 


t=t 


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WILMOT.     7s,  or  8s  &  7s. 


Zf  ^L  i   n — T-n-^—t- -  '-4<j-^i-- 

■**■  C-: — **-£"  -Q-*-0^ — &-& — ^^ 1 — h- 


3S 


Lo!  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth!  He's  mv  rock  J  bless  his  name, 


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^—exd  d—g-d 


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K=Ji=jzqFz]r 


S3- 


z-3"-     — & — & 

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He,  my  God  sal  -  va  -  tion  giveth  ;    All  ye  lands,  exalt  his  fame. 


i  #>d  d\ 


:zdzt 


-o—o- 


ttrC'Wyu 


36 


NUREMBURG.     7s. 


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Praise  to  God!  immortal  praise!  For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days: 


-pHliipg|p 


Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy,  Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 


E=»J}JE5=a*i£zt^dE 


PLEYEL'S  HYMN.     7s. 


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To  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large,Heav'nly  Shepherd. lead  thy  charge. 


2t= 


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And  my  couch  with  tend  rest  care, Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 


33 


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EDES.     7s,  or  8s  &  7s. 


37 


2=g 


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Smit-ten,     6trick-en,    and      af  -  flic  -  ted, 


-&=&- 


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Lo !     he  dies    up   -    on       the   tree :        'Tis     the  Christ  by 


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tan    re  -  ject-ed;        Yes,     be-liev-ers,     yes,  'tis      he. 


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^^^^^s 


HORTON.     7s 


=fe£bE^|si 


Come,  said         Je  -  sus'        sa  -  cred   voice, 


I 


38 


pgli§llili§§ 

1      -O-     -gr    *      I 


Come,  and  make  my    paths  your  choice 


msmmm 


ill     guide  you 

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ftzn 

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to  your  home !    Wea-ry      pil-grims,     hith     -     er    come. 


m 


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HENDON.      7s.  from  carmina  sacra, 

By  permission. 

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srai  -&W—&: 


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To  thy  pas  -  tures,  fair  and  large,  Heavenly  Shepherd 


Q#  q  p~pyp—p-T~- 


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— ■-- — & 


t= 


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lead  thy  charge ;  And  my  couch,  with  tend'rest  care,  Midst  the 


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Midst 

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springing  grass  pre  -  pare,     Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare 


^=^ 


2 1-4- l-o 


3«= 


MISSIONARY  HYMN.     7s  &  6s.    l.  mason, 

From  Carmina  Sacra. 


From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, From  India's  coral  strand,  Where 


5HiiyggliElgEi 


Arrlc'i  iiinnr  fountains  roll  down  their  golden  sand.From  many  an  ancient  river, From 


H31 


£i3»3BS3 


plain, They  call  us  to  de-liv-er,t 

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many  a  palmy  plain, They  call  us  to  de-liv-er,their  land  from  error's  chain. 

»ff*Tlly. 

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40 


MENDEBRAS.     7s  &  6s.      l.  mason. 


\  rnfiTT 


?_fflw^fc__j^. 


-9-    -&-0-0-&-  ~9  O-0- 

To  thee,  O  blessed  Saviour,Our  grateful  songs  we  raise; 


0-5-4-*-l£» 


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Hffl^BS 


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tune  ourhearts  and  voices,    Thy   ho-ly  name  to  praise  J 


•-#• 


t=t 


I        *     * 


T-gr-r 


^HM^H. 


;Tis    by  thy  sov'reign     mer-cy,  We're  here  al-lovv'd  to  meet, 


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To  join  with  friends  and  teachers,Thy  blessing  to    en-treat. 


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MORNING  LIGHT.     7s  &  69. 


41 


2¥ 


The  morning  light  is  breaking,The  darkness  disappears, 


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33 


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1 — » 


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The  sons  of  earth  are     waking,    To     pen-i  -  ten-tial  tears  j 


a 


fH-fjiijiJiinn^i 


Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean,  Brings  tidings  from  a  -  far, 


p  m     & i_ 

FtrE-r rl1  '  1[  irrr'irl 


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C 


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«-P- 


Of      na-tions  in   commotion,    Pre-pared  for  Zi-on's  war. 


42 


AMSTERDAM.     7s  &  6s. 


?S3 


:*zT 


i 


Rise,my  soul,stretch  out  thy  wings,Thy  better  portion  trace; 


4^ 


£2 


Rise  from  tran-si  -  to  -  ry  things.  To  heav'n  thy  na  -  tive  place  ; 


-it-s:ggs^ 


Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  decay,  Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 


e£*J*H=*S 


Rise.my  soul. and  haste  a  -  way,    To  seats  prepared  a  -  bove. 
-I 


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CONFIDENCE.     7s,  6  lines. 


43 


Rock  of     a  -  ges,   cleft  for    me,   Let  me  hide   my- 


anAlTj 


4)-^-^—^ — •— tf- 


ipri 


L  F-m- 


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self    in      thee  5  Let  the    wa-ter      and   the  blood,  From  thy 


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-0—0- 


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wounded     side  that  flow'd,  Be       of    sin    the     per- feet  cure, 
>       f      g ,   ,    -      r» 


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Save  me  Lord,and  make  me  pure, Save  me,Lord,and  make  me  pure. 


EE3EE^fff=^fElz*=E5 


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44      MOUNT  VERNON.     8s  &  7s. 

FROM  CARMINA  SACRA, 
By  permission. 


Sister,thou  wast  mild  and  lovely,Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 


SE^S 


^Jtltl 


^zif^t.  jBxM  B zz    \\~  [ 


iir  of  evening,When  it  floats  among  the 

P4JWJljJlT1 


Pleasant  as  the    air  of  evening,When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

=jrtT"t~ 


at*: 


SICILY.     8s  &  7s. 


I        ! 


■H 


M: 


Lord,dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,FUl  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace. 


9^ 


00 


rHrriwi 


Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing /Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 


=1=1 


&-  & 


msmm 


SILVER  LAKE.     8s  &  7s.  45 

J.  M.  HEWES. 


W^f 


Holy  Saviour'thou  hast  told  us, When  we  meet  to  hear  of  thee, 


art 


d  Q 


^n^fiiil 


82** 


sw 


With  thy  love  thou  wilt  behold  us, And  amongst  ns  thou  wilt  be. 


^j^^Ptgjggj^ii 


GREENVILLE.     8s  &  7s,  or  8s,  7s  &  4. 


^^fg|l: 


mortal  ca 
r  willing  f 


Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating,  Sordid  hopes  and  vain  de- 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meetiHcXv'ry  heart  to  heav'nas- 


mmzwmsm 


!SS«I 


D.  C- 


sires,  )  From  the  fount  of  glory  beaming^igh1  celestial  cheers  our  eyes, 
pires.  ' 


hi 


r± 


g^ggias 


46 


EXPOSTULATION,     lis. 


0  turn  ye,   O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye      die  ? 


m 


t=z 


Since   God  in    great    mer-cy     is        com-ing    so     nigh ; 


SEEEEE- 


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-P—m- 


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Since    Je  -  sus     in  -  vites  you,  the      Spir-it    says  come, 
T&-  -£-  -#- 


^-*: 


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i^PHiiiP 


And      an-gels    are      wait-ing    to      wel-come   you   home. 


1 


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PORTUGUESE  HYMN.     lis. 


47 


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^-m--^-I0-0-m-1-0-0-g—L-^-rM- 


-0-    -0-0-  ^    ^         I 

The  Lord  is  our  Sheplierd,our  Guardian  and  Guide, 


f=*- id  \sj yir  iii\\* pg 


What-ev-er  we    want,  he  will  kind-ly  provide  ;    To  sheep  of  his 


rrirrJirrEU'Jjint 


xffli: 


b*   M     I*  ^ 


pasture  his  mercies  a   -    bound;    His    care  and  protection,  His 


s#ss 


±^t5 


J*! 


care  and  protection,  His  care  and  protection,  His  flock  will  surround. 


0T*O 


rWEM^^ 


48 


OLIPHANT.     8s,  7s  &  4. 

FROM  CARMINA  SACRA. 
By  permission. 


:z=^ll»Ii:di3»M^;tlS:3ii3l2;e«( 


-&zrtt 


£nq(j 


Guide  us,  O  thou  great  Jehovah,  Pilgrim  thro'this  barren 


^— &1^3<sh 


^  o-o- 


tt 


1S@ 


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land  :  I  am  weak,but  thou  art  mighty;  Hold  me  in  thy  pow'rful  handi 


■— frh 


e-©-:  :^«>te'-H:  35  ?-P:  ^f 


3*3, 


SpMi 


Bread  of     heav-en,   Bread  of     heaven,       Feed  me    till    I 


*-&- 


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1 — Fn-HE 


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want  no      more, 


Feed   me     till       I      want  no    more. 


=t±t=±fEi 


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^S 


OSGOOD.     8s,  7s  &  4.  49 


Hear,  O  sin-ner  !  mer-cy  hails  you,  Now  with  sweetest 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the    Saviour,   Ere  the  hand  of 


oice  she  calls,  ^  Hear,0  sinner,Hear,  O  sin-ner.  'Tis  the  voice  of 
justice  falls  5     \ 

1  1  fl^irf.rf-j—f-u.j     j  1         t 


?ct 


g — 1 — ** 


©  .— # • 1 1 — » — h- 


mer-cy      calls,       'Tis     the  voice     of        mer  -  cy     calls. 


I 


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giUi 


=a 


ZION.     8s,  7s  &  4. 


On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  Lo!  the  sacred  herald 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing,     Zion  long  in  hostile 


,9**3  0- 


i*-** 


PfcU: 


50 


i— 


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stands!  )  Mourning  captive  !  God  him  -  self  shall  loose  thy  bands, 
lands  !   S 


S 


giii^iifiP^ 


Mourning  cap-tive  !    God   him  -  self  shall  loose  thy     bands. 


S=± 


ipz* 


t^ig 


GANGES.     C.  P.  M. 
t=ft=t 


MWM 


Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress,  My  comrades  thro'  this 


v^uiiic    \Jiiy   iiij     uoiuicia   11*  uioucooj   uxj    \s\jixii  autre*  uim;     v. 

sHHHilillii 


still  y 


S^iiig 


i 

wilderness,Who  still  your  bodies  feel:  Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and 

[fears, 


£ 


51 


i  p  -«    r  i 


And  look  beyond  this   vale    of  tears,  To  that  ce-Ies-tial  hill. 


IFfeEb±t=^*±t:Ip:t±3|dE 


FOSTER.     C.  P.  M. 

a. 


iSI 


^-^•: 
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O  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith,    Wilt   thou   not 


a  death, That  casts  itself  on  thee?  1  have  no   refuge 


g**_ 


3tfi 


of  my  own, But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done,  And  suffer'd  once  for 

[me. 


wje 


mj&mmpffm 


52 


RAPTURE.     C.  P.  M. 


HARWOOD. 


-* 


Hl-ffi 


mm^M 


Sfct-SSEEBj 


Be  -  gin,  my    soul,  th'ex  -  alt  -  ed        lay,      Let 

— t 


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t=* 


m 


« 


*=&- 


EEE 


-rap-tured  tho't  o-bey,     And  praise  th'Al-mighty  name  : 


^=3t 


Lo!  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas      and  skies,     In     one  me- 


SEE 


a 


pHS 


Siiig^ 


lo-dious   con-cert  rise,      To      swell  th' in-spir  -  ing  theme. 


-r-<S- 


— e- 


*=* 


H^-i^ai 


BAVARIA.     8s  &.  7s 


Come.thou  fount  of  ev'ry  ble6sing,Tune  iny  heart  to  sing  thy 


S3 

pa 


Slfcf^FtEii 


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-H-4- J **  -LI **-*»- . 


:E 


srtacS 


•  a 


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3t 


ibtt^^bfe 


^^:^: 


praise, Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, Call  for  songs  of  loudest 

praise 


1 


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^^ 


H=fc= 


*>»-«*» 


Mf  PI  fit  M4lii-*4j-kUl 


-«-J~S 


Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet,Sung  by  flaming  tonguea  above  : 


1 


~g  g  fl .  jTI  ii\  jt"*ePU  Ml1 

^-g-^g-^-#-g— ■—•  9-9 3-9  m     '  -l-# -* -#— LH -' — 

raise  the  mount,  O  fix  me  on  it,  Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 


ztzaz: 


54 


MOREH.     C.  M.     (Double.) 

FROM  CARMINA  SACRA. 
, lfc_ I  |fc  I  I     |  ,        By  permission. 

We  love    thy      ho  -  ly     tem-ple,   Lord,    For 


WtES- 


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0-0— 0— 0- 

r  t  '  ■  r 


m 


o  ■  &  i 


there  thou  deign'st  to  dwell ;  And  there  the    her-alds    of    thy 

E^EiE3ESE= 


H — l- 


1 


£3 


St 


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word         Of  all       thy      mer-cies 


tell.        There 


i 


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?sr=?E 


t=4 


p^HSii^p 


in  thy  pure  and  cleansing  fount,Wash;d  from  each  guilty  stain, 


m 


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55 


Our  souls  on  wings  of  faith  shall  mount  To  heaven's  e-ter-nal  fane. 


fginnniiii 


OLIVET.      6s  &  4s.    from  the  psaltery, 

"  i  permission. 


JtiliUliuuU 


My  faith  looks  up  to  thee,  Thou  Lamb  of  Cal-va-ry, 

-IN — ^— r* 


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— ~ — •-H-1 & — m ±~ 


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Sa-viour   divine  :  Now  hear  me  while  I    pray  ;  Take  all    my 


v  w — J 


f— f — 


^      -J-    -*==t-s>- 

guilt  a  -  way  ;    O     let    me  from  this  day  Be     whol-ly  thine. 


*   •  0 0 


*=*=£ 


56      CONVERT'S  FAREWELL.     P.  M. 

H.  PARKHURST. 


Sdtijjt 


Farewell,farewell  to      all  below,    My     Jesus  calls,  and 


^igmgsgEg^ 


9  W  -9-& 


I  must  go  5  I  launch  my  boat  upon  the  sea,  This  land  is  not  the 


fYf~\     - 


II       #  j» 

-4-V-i — h- 


ffP 


p 


pIT TT=FFFPF-H-  I  !  i  EfE^EFE 

land  for  me,  This  world  is  not  my  homo,  This  world  is   not  my 


is; 


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rest,      Liv  -  ing      or  dy    -    ing,      none     were   blest. 


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AMERICA.     6s  &  4s. 


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pilgrim's  pride  ;  From  every  mountain's  side,  Let  freedom  ring. 


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BENEVENTO.     7s.     (Double.) 


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SCOT'S  WHA  HAE.     7s  &  5s. 


63 


Rouse  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call !  Sinners, rouse  ye  one  and  all; 


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INDEX  TO  MUSIC. 


PAGE 

L.M. 

Brentford 4 

Duke  Street  ....  10 

Hamburg 12 

Hebron 7 

Old  Hundred  ...  3 
Park  Street  ....  6 
Rockingham  ....    5 

Sterling 6 

Uxbridge 8 

Ward 9 

Ware 4 

Wells 8 

Welton 10 

Wilmer 12 

Windham 11 

cTm. 

Arlington 17 

Ballerma 23 

Cambridge 24 

Coronation    ....  16 

Dedharn 13 

Devizes 14 

Downs 24 

Dundee 14 

Lanesboro'    ....  15 

Marlow 22 

Mear 22 

Naomi 18 

Newton 20 

Nichols 20 

Peterboro'     ....  25 

Reo 26 

St.  Ann's 21 

St.  Martin's  ....  19 

Welford 16 

Woodland 18 

Woodstock    ....  23 

C.  M.  Double. 
Moreh 54 

sTm. 

Boylston  .....  29 
Dover 28 


.  31 

Lisbon    .  . 

.  30 
.  29 

Pentonville 

.  31 

.  28 

Silver  Street 
St.  Thomas 

.27 
.26 

H.M. 

.  34 

Lenox     .... 
Lischer  .... 

.32 

.33 

6s.  &  4s. 

America     .  .  . 
Olivet    .... 

.   .58 
.55 

8s.  &  4s. 
Rest 

.  34 

7s. 

.   .  37 

.  38 

Horton   .... 
Nuremburg  .   . 
Pleyel's  Hymn 
Wilmot  .... 

.   .37 

.   .  36 

.  36 

.35 

8s.  &  6s.,  or  C.  M. 

Woodland  . 
Northfield  . 
The  Jubilee 

.   .  18 

.61 

.   .61 

8s.  &/  7s. 

Edes 37 

Mount  Vernon  ...  44 

Sicily 44 

Silver  Lake  ....  45 
Wilmot 35 

8s.  &  7s.  Double. 

Bavaria 53 

Greenville 45 


PAGB 

8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

Greenville 45 

Oliphant 48 

Osgood  49 

Zion 49 


.42 


7s.  &  6s. 

Amsterdam  .  .  , 
Mendebras  ....  40 
Missionary  Hymn  .  39 
Morning  Light    .   .  41 

7s.,  6  Lines. 

Confidence    ....  43 

7s.,  Double. 

Benevento 58 

lis. 

Expostulation  ...  46 
Portugese  Hymn  .  .  47 
SweefAfton  ....  62 

lis.  &u  10s. 

Hail  to  the  Bright- 
ness   60 

C.  P.  M. 

Foster .51 

Ganges  50 

Rapture 52 

S.  H.  M. 
Moulton    ....      57 

P.M. 

Convert's  Farewell .  56 

7s.  &/  5s. 

Scots  wha  hae  ...  63 


